I went on a trip (far before quarantine) to Big Bend National Park, here in west Texas. The trip was about 8 hours and we started in the middle of the night to get a camping spot. The drive was loud, uncomfortable, and generally miserable (we've done it before - not with a soft top Jeep, and it's usually unremarkable until the sun rises and you're in the high desert near Marathon).
Fast forward, we've made camp, I cooked some lunch, I've had a nap and we jump on the trail - my doubt of my recent purchase of this LJR, the miserable drive that my ears are still ringing from, etc, all feel justified immediately.
Found a bonus Willy's in Marathon, who I found out later is actually owned by a friend of a friend - I'm trying my darnest to get it from him.
Fast forward, we've made camp, I cooked some lunch, I've had a nap and we jump on the trail - my doubt of my recent purchase of this LJR, the miserable drive that my ears are still ringing from, etc, all feel justified immediately.
Found a bonus Willy's in Marathon, who I found out later is actually owned by a friend of a friend - I'm trying my darnest to get it from him.
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