It is nearly time once again to escape to higher ground, to sleep in a tent, to live off of rationed supplies.
No, it is not hurricane season, yet, although this newfound camping ritual happens to coincide with the beginning of tropical terror time. Still, there is something very fitting (and possibly comforting) about spending the start of the season in lush mountains far away from the warming waters of the coast and the towering anvil heads feeding off the rising energy in their attempt to convince the coriolis effect to set them spinning.
There's also the whole fun of the road, which always leads to the possibility of highway side BBQ and other worldly attractions. You can never turn those down.
Oh, how I am looking forward to this.
That photo? Toivo took it.
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