So ... another trip north, again to catch up with the folks. Except, this one was special -- super special, in fact, for it marked my return to being a van-dwelling road-warrior extra-awesome nomad.
First stop: a gym along the way.
There, I stayed, without incident, thus christening my minivan as a bona fide extra-awesome road-warrior nomad-mobile. And the next morning, I yoga'd in the facility's comfortable stretch area. Success!
Next stop: the NC mountains.
I overnighted at another parking space on the way back south, in Winston-Salem, NC, but alas: circumstances and time constraints forbade my yoga'ing there, not even a single, photo-allowing asana. So, no picture, because I hold to my own rules, even when it means depriving my huge numbers of steady readers. But that's okay. If you want some Winston-Salem in your mind's eye, just picture a big, spread-out non-metropolis with lots of history and a grid of cleverly named streets.
Okay, so this post is, like most of this blog, deserving of the "it was notable for me" disclaimer. But, well ... it was notable for me. I love my mundane/extraordinary travels. I love my life.