OK, this might seem more like a Facebook update than a blog post but here’s the story.
The day started out early, around 4:30. I got up did the morning routine, got me and my bike to the day job, did my full day there, got back home, packed the 4Runner, and got out of Dodge, er, Salt Lake.
Most of my pontificating will be done within the echos and cobwebs of mind as I watch the little dotted lines of the 300 miles of roadway fly past us. I’ll sing a little, cuss at other drivers a little more, and count down the miles as we roll through each town on the way.
In the morning, I’ll wake up floating atop 100′ of liquid happiness, other wise know as Lake Powell.
I love being where I belong.