If I’m going to live up here, I need to know the terrain. I need to know the history of this place. Honestly, I haven’t quite accepted that I’ll be living up here permanently, but just in case, I’d like to know a road or two.
Skull Valley. Five Mile. I think I’ll start there.
I’ll head out at noon. If I can fucking sleep in that long, or milk out a few cups of coffee on the couch, waiting. There’s a mining museum open for a few hours on a Saturday in a tiny town en route, if I can time it right.
It’s warming up. I’m kinda stoked about it.