well; thought the rondivouiox sounded good till I read tis in the cities...ever thought of having one a few hundred miles north closer to the BW/Q

or is going to the wilderness areas too much close to it :question......reminds me of the yukon jack poem....
The Men That Don't Fit In
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
a race that don't sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountains crest;
Theirs is the curse of gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove'
what a deep mark I would make !"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, witha hope that's dead,
In the glare of truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, Ha! He is one of the Legion Lost:
He was never ment to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's breed in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.

well, it's been a good 10 or so years posting and I been enjoying the posts from others I,ve read, but time to move along

soooo loooong from one of the
"Men who don't fit in"