Arrival in Exeter

i would be lying, and you would know, if i told you i was shocked that no one from boston was at here when i arrived... so me folsom and amy are sitting her, enjoying the sweet aroma of a wet lou, amys dog.

i have driven the length of the western side of nh, and through the green mountains, and the entire region is wrapped in a layer of fog and on and off shit mist. it is supposed to burn off, so the later start time may play into our favor. the temperature is most pleasurable.

and in the course of this, amy, smithy, ryan, tora and lagos have arrived. french called around nine thirty to say the were departing logan, so everything is coming together...