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"We're almost there!" I started saying
even before we left. Moving from old place to new, unpacking boxes from the
move, picking up my kilt, tying up
loose work ends, and loading up trucks for
Burning Man all at the same time
made for a hectic Friday, so it was somewhat welcome news that Dave's truck--an
'87 Range Rover initially intended
to be used for parts--needed new front brakes before we could leave. We spent
an easy day on the farm loading the
trailer with bamboo, burlap sacks and beater bikes, adding horns, and
hot tubbing in the backyard. Completely
overloaded, we left at dusk and no sooner were we on the Tacoma ferry than
Dave and
Anthony were under the truck trying
to identify the cause of another brake problem. Better to find it now than
when descending out of control down one of the many mountain passes that
lay ahead. 3 miles down, 647 to go...
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