Seventy five degrees and at a stop in a line longer than the magic purple crayon. That was me yesterday. I couldn’t be mad though because I had the Gatorade River to gawk at while I sat and listened to the music I hadn’t heard in a long time, specially pick for my road trip.
But, okay. 45 minutes is a long time to wait.
Kenai River, hardly edited. iPhone. No joke. Better than Gatorade.