Here's the thing of it: I'm home, home on the range in Oklahoma. And it would be my unending pleasure to recite the condensed version (and I'll categorize the events by place)
Provo: Mayhem and foolishness of packing, finals and good-bye breakfasts, which was at once tender and pull-your-hair-out/
Salt Lake City: Cotten girl time! Magazines, movies, shopping and laughing, laughing, laughing was the order of the three days we spent together.
Provo: More and more packing and yes, falling down the stairs. I can't make this stuff up, people, I fell down the stairs with a box of dishes and the most precious bird salt and pepper shakers and the box of my beautiful and fantastical Magic Bullet. I just missed a step and KABOOM . . .ow. And my RA came out and I said: I fell down the stairs and she said: well yeah. And that's that, quite frankly. And a whole herd of deer prancing across the street to the baseball fields.
On the road in Utah: lots of dead deer on the side of the road ( I counted 7 and then became depressed and had to stop). And a picture of "The Hole in The Rock."
Colorado: llamas, llamas, everywhere. The good people of rural Colorado love them a good llama. Don't ask me why.
New Mexico: Antelope . . .have you ever seen antelope?
Texas: cows and a stinky feed lot and the giant I-40 cross and an American Idol Happy Meal toy . . .buy one, experience it, there are almost no words to describe the hours parody-games played in Ace as we passed pasture after pasture .
Oklahoma: delicious sweeping plains, lots of wind and the sweet feeling of almost being to a private bathroom, lovely shower, glorious bed and (almost most importantly) to get out of poor Ace, who had a hole in his muffler and was beginning to drive us to lunacy.
Now it's onward ho to summer! And what a comfortable and lovely feeling!
Oh and I watched all of PR in one day and in one word: FIERCE (ps stay tuned for thoughts on that)