Went on an epic scoot/camping trip on Friday with Cobain. We were pretty well loaded down with gear, and our insistence on sticking to the scenic coastal roads on the way there meant a 2.5 hour trip on closed roads, old roads, small roads, rocky roads, bad roads, non-existent roads, and creepy roads. Would have been better with a dirt bike, and no gear, but we made it. At one point I stopped at a sewage treatment plant to check for reed warblers for a few minutes, and when I got back, Cobain was getting mobbed by a whole assload of little K kids. Look at the vanilla man, no paint! Where did they come from? Why were they all hanging out in the parking lot of a remote sewage plant? Those things are not for me to know, only to wonder about.
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