It Says Ford on the Front

I woke up at 11am feeling decent, despite having crashed out just before 5am. I licked my wounds during the afternoon and come evening, packed my gear into the little old Nissan in anticipation of another trip into the mountains. But when I turned the keys in the ignition nothing happened. Silence.

#^%@!!

#^%@#*@ $@^#!!!

I couldn't get the damn thing to start despite my best efforts, even going so far as to let the car roll into the middle of the parking lot to try to unlock the ignition system (eventually the 70-year old neighbor had to steer it back into the parking spot while another neighbor and one of his friends helped me push it). I'm so fucking tired of this car's drama. After this debacle I rushed back inside and Googled nearby car dealerships. Casey gave me a boost to a nearby one and we made it there 40 minutes before they closed. I did a nervous, yet studious, jog about the lot, looking like someone who had had too much coffee and needed to find a bathroom. In the corner I found something that said Ford on the front, and peering through the window it looked like I could sleep in the back. This is a life goal for me.

I ran to the office and made an offer to a salesman I found and we put it on the credit card. I rolled out, eager to make sunset. I’ll deal with life later.

Got to Chatfield in time for sunset! It was a great day after all.

Enter the sky.