Lou had hitched the trailer to his truck yesterday evening, and he was up packing things away before the sun had risen above the hills. The ophthalmologist had said he was good to go, so he was going.
I'll be going, too, after I finish breakfast, blogging and general farting around. First north to Ehrenberg and Quartzsite to drop off some edited videos, then onward to Texas.
Lou and I will see each other again this summer, in Colorado, for a friend's wedding. And chances are our paths will cross sometime before then. We don't know where or when, but it usually just happens.