Let's see, Angel's Ladies, Cottontail, and the Cherry Patch... Hmmm, what are you trying to say. I don't want to spend time with a bunch of holier than thou women, ain't interested in going to a zoo, and I picked blackberries for pay as a kid, don't want to go there again.
Reminds me of the joke about the women that said her son was a vet. He owned three cat houses in Las Vegas.
I have a full itinerary lined up as it is. You're right...I might not ever make it to Oregon. Just send me a credit card for the gas and I'll tour the desert southwest until spring.
I'm moving my flight planning information over to the Big Adventures section. I'll post a map of the route subject to last minute weather and whims of my heart.
Now, where did I leave my box of Trojans?
