Breakfast at the Quality was edible but an oddly alien formulation of standard ingredients, but edible is edible and free is free. But you have to ask, is it really? Waiting for S who is up in room 247 engaged in long distance Seawall Park work. Meanwhile I shake the road dust from the bedding. Soon enough I can turn key and enjoy the gargle of van diesel. The high drivers perch suits as well and off we go. Also soon we stop for coffee at the Red Buffalo in Silverthore followed shortly by bbq and quickly thereafter we were in Frisco at the house meeting the people. There followed many arrivals and expressions of friendship and a fairly joyous round of cornholing which unexpectedly I was somewhat the natural at.
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