Day -1: You can only be so prepared.

Not sure where to start. Not used to being so prepared. The only thing I can think of that I could have done is transfer photos from my phone to laptop so I can delete them. This is the list of stuff I worked on yesterday.

Xxxx. Bills
Xxxx. Beard trim?
Becu
Xxxx. Smart water
Xxxx. Twister
Download water report
Crocs
Xxxx. Battery tender
Xxxx. Fill truck, Sta-bil.

In addition I had lunch with Aunt Melissa, sent my parents $500, paid taxes, mailed mom two envelopes with gear in them, finished washing and folding every piece of laundry I own, rotate and make the bed with clean sheets, etc.   I am sure there was more…

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Airport art

Put a sheet over the made bed so it doesn’t accumulate five months of dust.

Doctors orders — no starches.  (Sad hungry puppy dog face!)

Two photos.  Not sure why this program rotates one wrong and the other right.  Second photo was taken portrait, first was landscape…   Well I like landscape better anyway.

(shirt reads “my other backpack is a flextrek 37,000,000,000,000 whipsnake!” …   Google it)

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Then I went and had dinner and drinks with KC and her fiancé. Way cute couple! Wedding Sept 24… I’m definitely skipping off trail if needed to attend that sucker! (It might be polite to pre-eat… Most weddings aren’t set up to feed hiker-trash who will eat 10k calories in a day… 🙂

Granted, you play you pay. I paid the piper by staying up till three to pack.

Right now I feel vulnerable because I left my pack in the care of the airlines… I am hosed if it doesn’t show up in San Diego.

I stopped by work on the way to the airport. Snagged some ear plugs and said farewell. I wonder what it is going to be like to drive the big rigs after five months of cold turkey. I think I’ll ask for a day or two of riding with a trainer when I get back.