Josh and Abi spent two weeks state-hopping, equipment-buying, and junk-hunting.
“Since we don’t get away too often, trips of any kind are sweet. This one was also epic. The kind that tends to set the memories clearly into your brain, to be remembered without haziness. Sometimes that’s because you’ve just had your mind blown by the New Hampshire view at 52,000 feet, and sometimes it’s because you’re precariously balancing in a full to brim, sweltering porta-potty at the end of Memorial Day weekend in a
poison ivy farm campground in Kentucky. Either way.” – Abi