After a long drive from Casper, Wyoming the Kadizzles are home. The roads were infested with the motorcycle wannabees. Grown men in Halloween costumes pretending go to be mean motorcycle men. Some very pretty country and some very boring country. The third member of our trail crew, Cliff came with us. Amazing how one can jump from one planet to another right on the same planet. All the way home we listened to the Trump implosion. So far it is a dream the way it is working out. Republicans are talking about an intervention. Yup, they realize the guy is totally nuts and they need to act. How any rational human could support the doltmister is a mystery.
So here we sit three old farts that survived the Green River and now need to start the next adventure. Cliff is going to sail with us on the big lake. Somehow Hazen survived without us. For years we have invited our adventure friends to visit, and it looks like this will be they year they do. Stroupini checked in. He is in Salt Lake City on a secret mission which involves watching a baseball game. Hopefully we can have Cliff as a guest speaker at the Crazy Club. The summer is zipping by. Yesterday Cliff said he did not want any of Kadizzle's Coffee Ice Cream. Cliff said it would keep him up all night. Well bingo, it kept Kadizzle up all night with the fire belly. The next plan may be to send a flotilla of boats down the Missouri from the dam.
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