COWABUNGA!

I'm no paddlepuss, folks.  I ride the bitchin' tubes on my stick.  It's not often I get shacked.

I am the antithesis of a shubie.  Shubie is someone who buys surf gear and clothing but does not surf.  I wear my regular clothes and surf.

Where's that dog of mine?#!*

I have sight seed some.....

Chainsaw babes and other scary stuff.

This gets a little carnel here, so stop reading now if you are easily offended.  I came across this fine figure of a woman and we spent some "quality" time together. There, I've said it.  Although she already had some suitors, a herd of silly bears, she needed a real man made of wood. When we rubbed up against each other, things got a little hot, if you know what I mean.

I see Dorothy the Butt Sniffer there in the background.  A nice fella took this picture for me.

As a matter of fact, most of the chainsaw folks I met were real friendly, like this guy.  He sports some serious chest muscle things there and big lumps on his legs. Good hair and jaw structure too.  I wasn't too sure about what I might be getting into with this dude, so I beat feet outta there.

Later, around dusk on one lonely country road, I exited the road quickly and hid behind a pole.  Good thing I'm a skinny little guy. This was one dude I wanted to avoid at all costs.  

Dorothy has learned how to take pictures with my cell phone.  She is a fearless little doggie.

Amboy,CA

Mojave Desert.  Route 66.  Roy's.  Here's a little info about Roy's.

I have been hitchhiking toward warmer climes.  I know, hitchhiking is fraught will all sorts of scary scenarios, but it's free and so far I have been lucky.  I did have one close call when this guy offerred me a ride.  I declined, for obvious reasons.  But not before I surreptitiously snapped a shot with my iPhone in case I needed to give it to the authorities at some point.

You have probably noticed my canine companion.  She is a stray, kind of like meself.   I have named her Dorothy or Dot, for short.  We met when I was checking out the dumpster behind the Hogan Family Restaurant in Tuba City, AZ.  I have to say, we both had a fairly decent repast.  Not one you would read about on TripAdvisor, though.  Heh-heh.

Dot and I had a good rest in the lobby of Roy's where they let us curl up on one of the sofas.  Maybe we will do some sightseeing over the next few days...........

Drinking with Strangers

After riding the bus for a couple of days and nights,  I got off the Greyhound at no particular destination, just decided to get off.  Needless to say, I was pretty hungry and thirsty.  As the bus drove off into the darkness, I looked across the road and saw a blinking neon sign  Beer. Beer. Beer. 

Inside it smelled like cigarettes, stale beer and fresh piss.  

As a novelty of sorts, I was treated to several rounds of grog by my new mates (as they say down under).  I am ashamed to say I got pretty wasted and ended up sleeping it off on a pool table, but not before getting knocked around some with a pool cue by my mates.  Those crazy bastards!

My Adventures Begin............

Even though I loved my new home with the Hardings, who are wonderful, kind, generous, very attractive people, I had to leave.
  

I have always had wanderlust and am not getting any younger.  Now is the time.  I may return someday, but in the meantime I am starting this blog so you will know that I am alive and have not been used for kindling or some dog is slobbering and chewing off my facial features or other important parts of my body.

Stay Tuned.....