No. The title isn’t a Beatles lyric. Nor did this journey involve psychotropic fungi!
When I awoke on the rainy morning of Tour Day, the last thing I thought I’d do is crash a wedding party in the mountains. I also didn’t imagine I’d score some yummy, farm-fresh cremini mushrooms for a killer Sunday lunch, or engage in deep existential self-reflection 😛
As usual, prepare yourself for a tale of my flagellant sufferings that I relish and recount with debacucherous zeal.
Trip Report: Overnight Tour to Mt. Madonna County Park Campground