westfrogger
Race Dog
No map. No GPS. No panniers. No tools.
Just half a tank of petrol and a sense of anticipation. Some food and water that would keep me alive for a few days. And a backpack containing everything I thought I'd need. It was a typical Weskus summer Saturday morning: a bright sun and wind. Much of the hooch from the night before had been digested and snored away.
I'm not going to tell you about the route, or show you the food. The Weskus is full of character and characters, but even this I will leave to your imagination.
This Saturday was about one thing and one thing alone ...
Just half a tank of petrol and a sense of anticipation. Some food and water that would keep me alive for a few days. And a backpack containing everything I thought I'd need. It was a typical Weskus summer Saturday morning: a bright sun and wind. Much of the hooch from the night before had been digested and snored away.
I'm not going to tell you about the route, or show you the food. The Weskus is full of character and characters, but even this I will leave to your imagination.
This Saturday was about one thing and one thing alone ...
