Hark! Make Ready the Ark! The Road Trip Cometh!

If you've been keeping track, you know that I arrived in Key West back in December, the first stop on my cross-country novel-writing adventure, and had the stellar intentions of collecting data for the novel, and making final preparations on the hippie love bus. What happened? Well, what do you expect might happen when a handsome, well-seasoned stud muffin, suddenly finds himself smack dab in the middle of Sodom and Gomora? You guessed it...PAR-TAY!!

First came New Year's Eve...then came the novelty of this tiny island's 24/7 carnival atmosphere...then came pouring in the college crowd for Spring Break! I mean, what's a hedonistic, pagan to do? Sit in a tent day and night and write?! Well, hell to the no!

Things on the party scene were going strong, until recently, when a heavenly voice spoke over the sound of reggae (mon), the clinking of Bud Light bottles, and the gentle rustling of coconut palms:

"Prepare ye swiftly thine chariot, you not-such-a-spring-chicken, sinner man. The sand in your hour glass wans, falling faster with each passing day. The Great Road Trip draweth nye!"

So, I immediately fought off the daily lure of Happy Hour, the late night naked dancers, and the droves of hot, horny college students. That would all have to wait. I realized that I had become a backslider, had momentarily lost my way. But, now I saw the light ~ and it wasn't a Bud Llight ~ the love bus needed me. We have a road trip to make, and a book to write!

I set things into motion, beginning with an ordering frenzy. First came the cream colored spare tire cover and shiney chrome hubcaps...

Next came the front side reflectors and rear side light assemblies (to the undescrimminating eye, the pic looks much like the previous one, but look more closely at the sides!)...



Still can't tell??? Well, here...try this...

Next, I cleaned "house," straightening and organizing ~ a place for everything, and everything in it's place. A place for my dulcimer...





A place for my wooden Indian flute and deer skin drum...



A place to sleep (hmmm...and hopefully recreate!  = ) ...

A place to store stuff...like my most important books, some gourmet snacks, my magick wizard's staff, and, of course, my Qi Gong mystical marshall arts bamboo exercise pole...

Yes indeed...with a little self-discipline, and a whole helluva lot of personal restraint, things are now progressing nicely. Tomorrow marks the arrival of the long-awaited roof rack ~ the cherry on top of the sundae. Oh, you can bet there will be pictures posted of that monumental happening!

Stay tuned...