Jo sheepishly returns to the pack

Her view

Jo sheepishly returns to the pack

Jo sheepishly returns to the pack

Tony, calling me one of the members sounds fowl, don’t be a chicken Tony name the culprits. We will.
Yes it was me who overshot the corner and didn’t even realise there was going to be a corner that day. I saw Gareth standing by a cattle stop and continued as a nice girl does when she suspects that a man is about to have a personal moment. 2 km down the road I had lunch and a bit af meditation and relaxion, thinking how wonderful to have that isolation. I didn’t think to consult a GPS or map and I didn’t as rumours later suggested go to town. A nana nap later and I thought I should return to see what ails the tardy lads, so 2 more km to find where I could turn in the gravel then back to a rousing cheer on the corner, and comments such as ” I knew she wouldn’t find a better option around here”.
How is a nice girl meant to watch the gravel ruts and where she is going? Also I have found the vision blurs with speed and you don’t see the gnarly bits, so don’t get hot and bothered. You don’t see the obscure cattle trails that some one had the cheek to call a corner either.
I paid the fine in cold beer at the isolated road-house in Baja Caracoles and sweet talked the bar-man who was so keen to see the end of me that he sold us the dregs from the bottom of the fuel tank. Great day though, through the absolute back of beyond.

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