May took off like a ten mile long train down an icy rail.
Fully loaded and front heavy she saw many stations on her journey.
Cinco de Mustache, my birthday, Melissa's birthday, Zipp's bachelor party in the Tobacco Roots, a wet and rainy Dustapalooza in Turah, St. Clair fish fry in Boulder, and very few days of recovery at home between it all and work.
Two more days left in May, and the train finally careened off the tracks. Not in a bad way. It was a good derailing. Haven't got much writing in, but got more than enough living in to cope. Time to put her back on the rails though, and herald in a wonderful summer.
The tent is almost dry, should have it folded back up nicely and repacked before June.
The camping chairs, coolers, coozies, and other camping crap are clean and put away.
Yes, May was a fun and crazy train ride through the spring of my life.
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