It’s funny how things work out on the road. Take lodging for a mule.

Out on the road, I make things up as I go. Planning too far ahead doesn’t work when your home is in a bag (the tent) and you cook with wood.

When Woody and I showed up in Beaufort, we didn’t know where we were going to spend the night. I just asked the first person I saw where I might find lodging for a mule.… Continue reading →