Sorry that I missed Blackuary II, but I spent today driving through the snow covered mountains trying too damn hard not to shit my pants. Eastern Kentucky is a beautiful place, but I would have much preferred seeing it from the damn passenger seat. Two lane roads headed out of obviously the freaking shipping hub of the entire United States with semi-trucks trying to get down the road at break neck speeds doesn't sit too well with this warm-climate Mississippi boy.
At one point I just pulled over and cussed at the top of my lungs at nothing in particular.
You know what is really, really fun besides driving through a mountain pass with "bridges ice before highway" signs dotted every five feet? Well, other than the sleet I mean? Ice/waterfalls ten feet from the highway.
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