4am rise, few wrong turns, Campbell River, polenta, eggs and pineapple. Violin live and Green Day all the way up the highway. The best egg I ever ate was in Karachi, Pakistan. The last place I ate polenta was NY. All eggs and polenta and roads in and out of rain showers lead to Campbell River.

How come we can’t drive in and out of rain showers in urban spots?

In Mayo there is no in and out with rain. It’s an equal tunnel. Windy too. Ever so windy.

Here we have come to remember someone.