[Roadtrip: Patrick & Newt]
Who: Patrick and Newt
What: A two-day trail mapping trip.
Where: Shoshone National Forest
When: Starting Tuesday
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Patrick had loaded up the truck with provisions and gear to crash at one of the park's lookouts, and he was ready to get on the road. The dude liked long drives, even in this most unforgiving heat. He would crank the air conditioning up as cold as it would go, and he would open the windows to allow the warm summer breeze in. He would blare music so loudly his ears rang, man, and he would settle into the drive and allow his mind to wander. This trip would be different, as he would not be alone in the truck, but he was looking forward to it all the same. He was not currently feeling trapped by Repose, but he was not a dude made for staying still; Patrick liked to wander, man.
It was currently early morning, and he had dropped Rufus off with another Ranger; the dude would be watching the dog during this trip (next time, Patrick would ask Mary, now that she was back in town). But Rufus had been successfully settled, and Patrick had picked up two iced coffees from the local cafe (they now rested in the truck's cup holders), and he was returning to the homestead to collect Newt. The dude had Spotify going in the truck, but he was not playing the playlist he had agreed upon with Newt; he was somewhat nervous about that, dude, even if it was most stupid. Currently, Taylor sang, and Patrick (who looked most sleepy and tousled) had an elbow out the window as he pulled up in front of the homestead and pressed his palm to the horn.
What: A two-day trail mapping trip.
Where: Shoshone National Forest
When: Starting Tuesday
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Patrick had loaded up the truck with provisions and gear to crash at one of the park's lookouts, and he was ready to get on the road. The dude liked long drives, even in this most unforgiving heat. He would crank the air conditioning up as cold as it would go, and he would open the windows to allow the warm summer breeze in. He would blare music so loudly his ears rang, man, and he would settle into the drive and allow his mind to wander. This trip would be different, as he would not be alone in the truck, but he was looking forward to it all the same. He was not currently feeling trapped by Repose, but he was not a dude made for staying still; Patrick liked to wander, man.
It was currently early morning, and he had dropped Rufus off with another Ranger; the dude would be watching the dog during this trip (next time, Patrick would ask Mary, now that she was back in town). But Rufus had been successfully settled, and Patrick had picked up two iced coffees from the local cafe (they now rested in the truck's cup holders), and he was returning to the homestead to collect Newt. The dude had Spotify going in the truck, but he was not playing the playlist he had agreed upon with Newt; he was somewhat nervous about that, dude, even if it was most stupid. Currently, Taylor sang, and Patrick (who looked most sleepy and tousled) had an elbow out the window as he pulled up in front of the homestead and pressed his palm to the horn.