riding kubo has taken me deep into the polar circle on ice-covered roads towards the arctic ocean.
through mosquito-filled tundras, beary woods, and roads that seemingly went on for days.
I TAPPED TO THE RHYTHM OF NEW ORLEANS JAZZ AND WASHED MY HANDS IN THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER.
A PAIR OF GATOR BOOTS IN TEXAS AND THOSE
FIREFIGHTERS IN NEW MEXICO.
THAT’S WHERE IT ended.