Of course, there was only one FedEx location in Traverse City. Awesome.

Sent the discs, had some lunch with the parents and then raced back out to the compound-which is set in the woods where the leaves are turning beautifully-to pack the rig and get the fuck out of dodge.

But then I took a nap.

And then did some work.

And then I sat with the parents watching some tube.

And then it was “evening” and shit, I just sorta gave it a, “Aw hell, I’ll just call it a night and head out in the morning.”

And that’s what I did.

More tales, from the road, starting tomorrow. We promise.

Getting up good and early, with a adventurous heart pumping red, warm blood through a 31-year-old body, with one day left until the 32nd year starts. Heading down towards a large city with a tenuous past called, “Detroit” home of things like car companies, a people mover that doesn’t move much of anything and such luminaries as Kid Rock, the Insane Clown Posse and Eminem.

Oh man, what a roster.

Heading down to meet up with Kurtie, to discuss “everything under the sun.” Really. Can’t wait to get back out there for a good month or so.