So the Wilkinson company and myself just returned from the great barren wasteland of laughlin, which hangs precariously on the Colorado river, sandwiched right on the Nevada/Arizona border. A literal frying pan for sure. So while my lungs heal up after the 24/7 second hand smoke I realize I am quite happy with the California climate. Laughlin was still a ton of fun though. Got to tear up the river with a seadoo and terrorize rafters and the like. Good times being a jerk.
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