We're back.
I'll have to write up Iowa when I have a little time, but it was a great stay. Eventually, though, we got the itchy feet and had to leave. We're ramblin' men, in the most honest and true sense, and we were on the move.
It took less than 30 hours to run from the Farm outside Castana to the Bay, just a as google predicts, although we did it by going up through Sioux City, getting new tires, and balling it across South Dakota on I-90, then down through Wyoming and over into Utah, Nevada, and into California.
We left Mark at a public boat launch park in Sacramento with Zya, reunited. She brought us some breakfast fixins' and we left them with Sixto headed to San Francisco, they off to Porterville, then Portland. Arrived in the Bay, went to the Ashby BART flea market, then came down at the Lande-man's in Brokeland. Here for a few days, then up to Humboldt for Burning Man prep.
More soon.
