I feel I should apologize for the photography of this courthouse. In hindsight it looks bright enough, I think, but at the time I wasn’t sure. Normally I wait until just before sunrise to do this, but I was awake at a crazy hour of the morning already and was zealously ready to rock. It felt like forever since I got out on the road, asphalt surrendering to the rolling of my wheels as I hurl myself into the night as I have on so many occasions. I think you can excuse me for chomping at the bit.
On the way up, I ran into one old friend festooned in holiday attire. Of course, I was about to meet many new friends decked out in similar ways. I would try to minimize that in my photography considering this is meant for the ages and not just for the season, but only so much can be done. The more important thing is the meeting, not the state of festive dress.
I hit town the night before and napped on the square. I wanted to be here at first light for principal photography, but I just couldn’t sleep. I went ahead with it anyway. I went ahead and grabbed a cache, too.
A few blocks away, there’s a café that caters to travelers and truckers. A fitting place for a cache, no? I slipped around the back of a truck and lifted the appropriate lamp skirt. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. And since my work was done here, there was no reason NOT to scoot on down the road and meet the actual sunrise in my next destination. Rolling out of Haskell to the dulcet tones of Blue Oyster Cult, I felt energized. Truly the cities were on flame with rock and roll as I rocketed away to land in…
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