Tufas, kitties, buddies, beaches, and wine.
Two weeks with no internet, only climbing. And rum. And hammocks. And tobacco fields, and... communism, and.
At the end of March I skipped out of my parents' spare bedroom and resumed life on the road. The plan had been to turn a "business" trip to Portland into a West
Friday Arrival Two hours after arriving in Sweden Disa and I were pulling plastic at her local gym. Half an hour after that, I had fallen asleep belaying her. Thank goodness for GriGris.
This is the sort of thing I would have posted sooner, but I've just now figured it out. So, here's my trip: (starting April 2015) * April 15-17 Lost to transit, timezones, & delays * 17-21