So Far West Sticker

Rode hard into a typhoon for several days. Couldn’t see five feet in front of our faces, but we drove the herd till we found some new country to pasture ‘em in. They grill their fish over charcoal and serve it with pickled plums in these parts. Didn’t think we’d like it, but boy howdy do we. Give our best to ma and pa and cousin Tim. All’s well out west! Err.. East?