lolo

    Coming up the pass, my knee hurts so much that I have to ask Jill to hold the gas while I relax my leg and steer. She's a little heavy-footed, moreso than when she herself drives. There are a few hairy moments on tighter curves with guardrails and sheer, bottomless drop-offs, but we cooperate, more or less, and survive. After the pass and the border, my knee feels fine.

    move on...