I once had a mission. I wanted to raid the Ranch in La Junta, Colorado, and get back something I had left there long ago. But I fell asleep and ran out of time. So, I went to Denver instead to check on the token and see how things were. From there I had planned on going to Goose Creek, on of my favorite places in the world, then on the way back to Iowa visit Valentine, Nebraska, where a bunch of my ancestors ended up. That gave rise to Valentine Goose, because I'm so original. Well, my car broke down and I had fix it in an abandoned parking lot on a Sunday, with only one auto parts store open and a few tools that I kept in my hat. But Valentine was one of the best stops I ever made, met a cousin that looked exactly like me (poor bastard), but he was dead at the time so we didn't talk much. I only got slightly drunk on a bottle of whiskey I found in a cemetery. Adventures are where you find them. Keep looking, keep adventuring, and keep living.