Our last night in Seward was a busy one. We had a few projects to wrap up before we hit the road this morning. My truck, the “Mashed Potato” was chomping at the bit, to haul our precious load. Shes’ not a looker, but shes’ a runner!
Jason.. You rock. I will see you in Nome!
Marks help was an unexpected boost that speaks volumes, of the nature of true sailors. Thank you Mark!
The moment has come….
Cooling the tater at Wildmans, we bumped into some sailors!
Crazy small world!
A couple hours later, the tater rolled into my sister, Sarah’s driveway in Kenai. This is our pit stop on the way to Homer.
During our land voyage we attained a maximum velocity of 48 mph. Twice!
One more stretch of highway tater!
Just like the rest of this great endeavor, we eat this “elephant”, of logistics, one bight at a time….