The Dee Highway Gang
June 27, 2017
Five am: I stepped outside. Dreams wobbled in my sub-conscious. The bunkhouse was cozy, but no one slept well. Two babies and a three year old saw to that. We expected as much and, really, no one had come on this escapade to sleep. It’s June 22nd and thirty six hours after the summer solstice. … More The Dee Highway Gang