As I’d left him, Whitey Jackson was leaned up against the Airstream slick from the thick coat of dew. Many, many, many birds welcomed me.

All the struggle I experienced about when to set off was for naught. I had that ‘today’s the day’ feeling on Wednesday the 23rd as I popped my panniers onto Whitey Jackson’s racks.

STILL MAROONED AT MILE MARKER ZERO.

Not to cart out dead-horse political tropes from a long-dead political horse race … …BUT remember that conservative snowflake battlecry/outcry from the 2012 presidential election campaign? ‘You didn’t build that‘?