FYI, I want to die on the beach naked in the waves of Newport, Orygone.

Just add one station wagon, tent, sleeping bag, inverter, too many chargers, stove, too many cameras and lenses (some are gifts), one dog, dog food, water, clothes and a me …

Dori, Doris, DoriDoggy, Smelly, Stink-a-roo (Patrick Sullivan)

and you aim south. I am finally getting at my trip down the coast, then east into them thar hills. Which hopefully means this post will sit here for at least a few weeks as I try to forget that the internet exists.