I’m going to be on the road for the next four days, doing some research. The next couple of days will be guest posts, as I’m not sure how often I’ll have Internet access. In the meantime, take your best guess at these questions:
- Where am I going?
- Why am I going there?
Whoever is closest to the answer will get a song named after them. And then I’ll perform it.
Josh
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WONDER!LAND! he he ahaahahhahahahahh
I don’t even know where you live. So, better not guess.
You’re going to London to see the Queen?
You are going to Nazi to visit some old family friends
Are you going to be in the Columbia river fishing for 600 lbs. halibut?
Perhaps you’re closer than I in your guessing…
In search of new methods to increase his deadlift, Josh goes hunting for ridiculously large fish to wrestle and then lift above his head in a show of superior man power!
Isn’t that the real reason to hunt/fish big game, to lift them over your head with a primal scream? lol
Tasmania
Because you feel like going there
You’re going to meet me in Mexico for my wedding!
(I need a workout partner at the resort – don’t think the guests will be up for drop sets before the ceremony!)
“On the road,” huh? Is that an allusion to Kerouac? Are you going to Virginia for a couch? California for the thrill? Does that count as two guesses?
Can I guess since I actually know???
Not unless it’s so totally off the wall that it would make us say, “Nu-uh”.
No it’s not that off the wall. I’m his sister so I know where he’s going. I guess that disqualifies me. I’ll just keep my mouth shut on the off chance that anyway gets it. Here’s a clue. It starts with an S!
You are going to a small village on between Ixtapa and Zihuatanejo, in search of a 110-year-old medicine man who has brewed a concoction of psilocybin spores simmered in the blood of 73 spotted geckos, which he then mixes with an infusion of arnica, savila, and epazote, as you have learned that this is the cure to all that ails you.
Right?
On tour to talk about Kettlebell?
I don’t believe it. You’re ALL right! Except you, Tim. That town in Canada was called Swastika, not Nazi.
It may as well have been called Nazi. There were Nazi’s there.
Oh really? Was the guy in the lime green do rag a Nazi?
Perhaps you’re taking the time away from the blog to intensely focus on another large writing project?
There’s a song for this occasion — “I know where I’m going, and I know who’s going with me…” Then there’s “I’m on my way, I don’t know where I’m going — I’m on my way, I’m takin’ my time, but I don’t know where.”
And we mustn’t forget “I walk the unfrequented road…” “Let’s get away from it all!”
Why? Because it’s there.
I know too, but that’s cuz you told me. Which means I win a guest post.
@Srini: I need my surfboard rack back, please…
I have no idea what country you are even in, but I’ll say Des Moines, Iowa.
You are going to Spain where you will hook up with Don Quixote to go tilting at windmills. As you will be riding horseback, computer access will be limited. This journey is to enhance the book project you are working on by tying in with a classic already loved by millions. c.
now that I like.
He’s going to California (with a Banjo on his knee) to Strength Camp. Lucky dog!
Ok, here’s my guess. You are going to Shiprock, New Mexico, looking for your great-grandfather’s grave. Just a wild guess though.