Off into the mist.

Sailing daughter blew in from Vermont and left for Michigan with the tall Alaskan. They were in a car that seemed quite inadequate for the trip, it lacked of one of the rear windows, the transmission was slipping and the headlining was dangling as a result of the customs search on the way into Canada. The car had tested positive for some sort of drugs prompting that diligent search; it had once been a police car and likely tests positive for every kind of drug.



The car generated a fair amount of mist itself



but they got as far as the road and were away toward Detroit or Port Huron or somewhere equally sun drenched.