No, really. I think I want to live there.
And so we return to the moundbuilding technologies of our ancestors, and METAtropolis scores a few more points in the predicting-the-future lottery.
269.2 miles to Rauros. After a thoroughly crappy run on Wednesday (My get up and go had got up and went) and a merely lousy one yesterday, today I managed mediocrity! Go me!
Of course, medioccrity now is better than my best was six months ago. So we get points for that.