Trash day always a bit of a fright as the truck rolls by around 6:45 like it might want to snatch your can but doesn't until maybe 11 or 1 or 9. Like the guy said when asked a while ago, "We just don't know when, where or how much". It's just garbage. S went off for an allergy assessment in Everett as well as a booster and a thorough vacuuming of the Subaru with a short foray into Costco, but not to wrangle my Rapaflo pee amplifier, rather for cheese. For my part I poured 4 gallons of hot water and detergent down into the black and gray water tanks, drained the fresh water and sloshed my way over to Les Schwab to have them check the crack in the front right aluminum wheel. Other than to say that if it failed I was fucked the guy there couldn't help. Texted up B and went for a walk for the update on the bike tour which was challenging and was he glad to be home. He feels he may well ...
inside the tree I believe that the short video clip above conveys the sense of the short periods of better weather among the solid blanket of light gray overhead and water falling all over than to say, say "it was nice sometimes" but one has to click the little arrow twice and then the full screen down on the bottom right or more or less that procedure to get some insight. Otherwise it has been D and beach, and woods, and village, and chance meetings here and there, and two nights straight at the public house juicing and yakking to whoever is closest. Also there is the rare treat of watching commercials that I've never seen or imagined, but muted sadly. And football which is frantic because they show clips of other games while the one you were watching there is the void of the guys standing around trying to plan what to do next.
dear old sleepy thing the sheep school and me same church Deadwood and Hollywood Looking North Rain, fog, sun and wind in a day. $30 fish and chips, every house sided with different colored corrugated sheet metal, no trash/litter, English everywhere which may become, in time, the first language not second. This morning we leave Stikk on the ferry Baldur thus leaving Snuffles Peninsula. Heading for Hotel Latrabjarg after the two and a half hour ferry ride to Flókalundur. Following Floka we travelled a gravel and pot-holed road to our hotel where our host, a real personable fellow, came out of somewhere, I believe straight out of the mountain. We were the only people visible in any direction. We had dinner on site in an elegant dining room. R claimed dinner was good.
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