Now That's What I Call Music Volume 2

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Norwegian Wood

We are now in the Redwood National Park, a day away from the real  bigguns but still quite redwoody.  Along the way are any number of tourist businesses trying to cash in on the whole 'big trees' thing.  The first 'attraction' as you enter the park is called Trees of Mystery, basically a woodland trail designed to showcase the natural splendour of the forest.  And what says natural splendour better than a giant model of a lumberjack and a bull?  Maybe I'll try and compile a list of all the places since I can tell you are interested 

Everybody Hurts

Our group is slowly compiling a list of the sort of ailments that inevitably arise on a long distance ride: strained tendons, foot problems, sore arses.  I have made a sort of universal 'salve' from whatever comes to hand: mainly grease; cream cheese and energy gels.  I have added a couple of crushed Fisherman's Friends to give it a medicated smell and I am handing it out as a placebo.

Rehab

At each place I stopped today was a little box on a post containing a Naloxone opioid overdose emergency kit.   I'm struggling to find anything amusing to say about that!

China Girl

As veterans of this blog will know my true 'happy place' is a Chinese Buffet.  Our hotel is part of a cluster of services serving US101 and there is a reasonable Chinese buffet close by.  I have eaten there several times before and I am usually the thinnest person in the place by a couple of hundred lbs.  So that is dinner sorted.

I Missed Again

How hard is it to assassinate a president?  It's been done 4 times before but the country seems to have lost the knack.  Make America Great Again, I say!






 

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  1. Anonymous26 April 2026 at 23:05

    Please, America... don't make him a martyr. Let him expire naturally, at 2am, on the toilet, while posting to Truth Social.

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