Did some scouting down at Ferret's old homeless campsite this morning with the intent on going camping. It is by the grand Chattahoochee River within a stones throw of the municipal water treatment plant. The Homeless Guy's recent article on Nashville's tent city got my interest in camping piqued. The place is still heavily littered with beer cans, though. And I would also be trespassing if I camped there.
After leaving the campsite, I rode my mountain bike across the highway to the shopping center. None of the gang regulars were out today. I would have liked to have talked to Big S for a bit.
There was a call from Rosa when I arrived home. We haven't talked in weeks and now she is wanting to borrow my car for a day. No thanks! I still miss her very much, but what is said and done is said and done. There is no turning back to those blissful days when we were in love.