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| The view between my feet |
So far into our trip, I have looked at my feet almost as
much as I have the scenery in Oregon
and California. I have the snack
bag and the garbage bag, as well as my purse and coat, on the floor where my
feet should be. When it gets too cramped down there, I rest my feet on the
dashboard.
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| Not a happy camper |
While this is uncomfortable, I console myself by noting how
much better off I am than
Chester.
Jon has the backseat so packed with boxes of tools and parts, helmets and
assorted other mechanical things, there is barely room for Chester to ride. He
normally likes to sleep stretched out, but now he has to sleep curled up in a
ball. To add insult to injury, a couple of times the boxes have come loose and
buried him in the back seat.
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