[life] Down from the door where it began

I'm back.

Holy shit, a lot happened. I saw the Grand Canyon and a Cirque du Soleil show and Old Faithful at Yellowstone Park and climbed up a mountain and waded in the Pacific Ocean and touched dinosaur bones and met an online friend (hi Fred!) and spent a lot of time with my Dad, whom I love and think is super cool except for the way he sucks his teeth after eating anything omg sometimes I wanted to kill him.

In Yellowstone, we drove past a bison casually walking up the road in the oncoming lane. He was so close that I could have almost touched him if I'd rolled down the window.

Las Vegas is some freaky fever dream, man. I never want to go back, ever. But it was completely worth it to have seen Cirque du Soleil live. Everything was fantastic but the strongman routine was simply jaw-droppingly beautiful and unbelieveable. At one point I actually said out loud, "No way."

The Grand Canyon cannot be comprehended. It's like the space between the stars - too vast and wonderful for the human brain to really take in.

The redwood forests of the west coast are also wonderful, but much more accessable - you can touch a tree, you can look up and understand that it is huge, but also right there in front of you, alive and ancient. If there was one place I could choose to have spent more time it, it would be there.

I missed my husband terribly the last week.

I am glad to be home.

I'm going to need a while to get up to speed, however. Three weeks of nearly unrelieved travel really takes it out of a gal.