Wotan's Day.

great.
another 'nother other day spent wet and rainy in the woodsly goodness.

i'm think i'm becoming a veritable road warrior.
really,
i've driven thousands of miles these last few weeks,
and haven't even ever left the mount washington valley,
at all.
from chatham to ossippee,
far flung and distant destinations that really aren't close to a single flippin' thing,
and even further away from each other.
i've seen farmland, grassland, swampland, forests, streams,
and every other northernly woodsly good type of open space,
picket fences, pole fences, rock walls, hedges, treeline windbreaks,
and every other type of rural enclosed space, too.
i've been up, down, and sideways
across the valley and back again.
honestly,
the back of my hand and a carroll county road map
are pretty much the same thing these days.
an at-long-last atlas of every last long-lost long-ass expanse....
what does someone do with this vast volume of vehicular voyaging?
well,
there's really only the one thing most non-truckers do
with epic vocational locational asphalt-confrontational back-road knowledge:
uh-huh,
delivering pizzas.
back in the day,
my nicest 'nice kid' mikey c,
knew every road inside and out in the entire town.
no joke.
but,
i don't plan on quitting my day job any time soon,
certainly not to serve up slices of pepperoni pukefestival.....
i'm not quite at that level of retroactive college-job nostalgia.
yet.
instead,
i'll just chalk up these hours as study time,
learning the ins and outs
of all the places i've never really wanted to know about,
or visit, if we're being up front and honest;
a regular dark side of the moon,
dark side of the force,
now-my-training-will-be-complete type of investment.
i'm an all the way up-here person now.
you heard it first.
bumpkin bumps and lumpty dumpty humps, my ninjas.
i've road-ridden (with the luxurious heated-seat hot-as-heck cheeks)
my way to rural direction-giver guy!

if you're ever deep in the valley of this land of the lost,
probably because you've mistakenly taken a right or left turn,
off of the one real road through this whole place into weirdie territory,
keep your lids peeled back from your peepholes,
and look out for a bearded backwoods wizard in boatshoes and a bow tie ya'll;
if you're nice,
i'll give you a slice of saucy flatbread,
and a left-right-left combination of get-outta-here directing, too;
woodsly goodness?
you can't get there from here;
never quiet, never soft...