One of my more boneheaded moves – which really is saying something – kept me hanging around Silver City for several days until earlier this afternoon. Middle of last week, I woke up in Truth or Consequences, and shortly after breakfast realized that I had no idea where my wallet was.
By evening, I was ready to throw in the towel, so started canceling credit cards and ordering replacements to be sent down the road to Silver City. Exhausted from the day's efforts, I decided the drivers license and a few other things could wait a day, so crawled into bed, felt something odd, reached down deep into my sleeping bag, and...found my damn wallet.
Now, ordering new credit cards is a process that's about as reversible as a back-alley vasectomy, so I've had several days in Silver City to kick myself while waiting for the new cards to replace my perfectly good old ones. On the upside, I got to hang out a bit with fellow nomad Ed and his bud Patches.
Think of it – an All-Star Bonehead all alone in the wilderness for days at a time, with little more than his wits to guide him. What could possibly go wrong?