Where in the Hell is Kadizzle

Kadizzle sits here looking out the window at a ski slope with no snow.  After leaving the prarie yesterday on the big bird Kadizzle and her eminence The Commander flew thought the skies for hours.  Then drove through the forest for hours.  From New York to Vermont on twisty back roads, on and on.  Convoluted directions finally got us here, but where are we.  We are somewhere near Bennington, Vermont.  This is all for Cheech's wedding.

In way way it all seemed so familiar.  Kadizzle grew up driving on hillbilly roads.  West Virginia used to take great pride in having the highest death rate per capita from driving deaths.  In North Dakota if you go off the road your radiator gets plugged with wheat.  In West Virginia or Vermont you go off the road and end up dead with a tree in your lap.

However, if you grew up in West Virginia, and lived you were qualified for just about every type of road race imaginable. Kadizzle even got the highest certification from the hills. Kadizzle is an expert mud driver.  Since Kadizzle spent time driving through rivers and rutted mud roads he mastered all road surfaces.  Add another fifteen years driving in a surface coal mine through the mud and you have it all.  At any rate here we are.

So it is a sunny day, and  we are off to see the great location where Cheech will soon become Mrs. Cheech.