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You know that feeling?
The one where you really have to pee? While driving that is. Ten miles from home, you’re doing alright. But with each mile it gets harder to hold. When you pass the old oak tree that’s leaning way out over the road you know you’re close. And that twinge hits. Oh no, you think. Am I going to make it. Somehow our ancient lizard brain is in cahoots with our bladder. Conspiring against us, our…
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Not an ashhole…

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Just like Mr. Gump

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Everybody needs one

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Don’t Rush Me…

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Close encounters of the nerd kind

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It’s the journey…

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Time traveling is not limited to Deloreans...

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Colorado Family Time - 2025

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Tickle me with a Red Feather

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That’s a lot of red rocks!

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Rocky Mountain High…

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Tucumcari and Conchas Lake State Park
I had a nice dinner on Route 66! I did get my kicks! I stayed at Conchas Lake State Park located a little more than thirty miles northwest of Tucumcari. The drive up there was along this desolate two lane blacktop. It had a lonesome feel to it. Ranch land on either side. The occasional bored cow throwing a casual gaze my way. I had no signal at the park, so I’m posting at Starbucks near the…

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Amarillo by afternoon…
Doesn’t have the same ring. But I think I’m going to stop and get a Texas steak. Last night was a real doozy. It was sweltering in the car. An oppressive heat had borne down on my location. I smugly lowered all four windows and put in the screens. It took a while to cool down. Say about three hours, even with my nifty rechargeable fan. And a cold shower. Then about two in the morning… well, I’ll…
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