Outer Banks

Got a bit of the truck's road prep done. Nothing mechanical, but for my automotive nickel, most car problems arenae mechanical. Be it a plane, train, bus, privately owned vehicle, or other conveyance, I likes clean transportation. Can travel diry, if needed, but I prefer clean. My preferences arenae sacred to me, but I take 'em when I can get 'em. Most of the day went to eating and sleeping. In my hyper-active case, I believe that is a good thing. I feel stronger for it. Both apetite and sleep have been sketchy in recent days.

Been obsessing the outer banks of The Boom State the whole while. Since I was just passing through in 1977, the outer banks are one of the places I have wrestled with a great deal of my PTSD yaddahs. The outer banks of Texas are the south bank of the Rio Grande, the north bank of the Red River and the east bank of the Sabine River. Even without my salt allergy, it is a tad much to try the south bank of the Gulf. Haven't been there yet. So much world and so little time.

I go where God sends me, but. . . Lord, I am tired of the boom state stresses. Can you send me someplace where there are navigable rivers and fewer tourists, etc.? Yes, I know, every corner of your world holds wonders, but. . . Just a personal preference. Letting you lead the dance.