This is what happens when a mildly un-hinged former Marine, Ivy Leaguer, and university professor bags it all for a surfboard and a sleeping bag in the back of an ancient pickup truck just to follow the waves.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Sleeping in the cap again at a truck stop near Lynchburg, Virginia. Bonus: with my feet on a case of newly purchased Jack Daniels. It smells like surf wax and whisky. Life is great.
