|Here he is rocking...Waldo is wearing the cowboy hat|
|Here he is on a rock...|
Spending two days in a car together reminded me how fun this man can be. He entertained me with stories all the way from our Lubbock Taco Villa breakfast burritos, seriously Dallas one bean burrito from here and the In-and-Out craze would monumentally shatter, to the Mormon choir sing along through Utah. When we finally split ways in Salt Lake City I was surprised by how hard it was to say goodbye. He was the one making jokes the entire trip about this being our "last" meal together, our "last" time to vacation together, he even took it so far as to joke about it being the last time he would ever see me. I know he was kidding, well slightly I have a tendency to get very busy and tighten any window that would open up for a visit. My mother did not have to see me cry. With her I was able to hold it in till I was alone in my car. Dad was not so lucky. Though I would assume that at some point after having two grown daughters he should expect women will cry, and that the crying can come on fast and often unprovoked.
As I drove on towards my new destination now alone I could think of only one thing...a greasy roadside diner. Luckily there was a menacing storm forcing me off the road promising death by rain or high cholesterol in the name of fresh pie! I can not sing the praises of the roadside diner people watching and pie tasting. Utah might have had the upper hand originally with the boysenberry awesomeness until Oregon gave me fresh potato salad and pumped my gas.
|Note the Christmas lights in June|
1. The city actually looked like a cute place
2. It is a real town not just an idea
3. I ran into a fellow yoga teacher from my training (In Boise? random)
4. The Days Inn was by far the creepiest hotel I have ever stayed in
5. In order to last the night in said hotel I decided to buy booze which can only be bought in state run liquor stores, all creativly named Liquor Store
6. Waking up with Del Taco hot sauce packets stuck to your face after passing out watching bad made for TV movies is less depressing than it sounds, and not the first time that that has happened to me.
|Yoga Tour of America|
|Seriously Days Inn what is with the creepy kids camp bedding?|
|To add a bit more of an adult feel to the decor this bottle opener was placed next to the shower. Thank you Days Inn for remembering that it is the little details that make cheap hotels feel more like home (not my home)|
|When encountering bears in the woods one must always be prepared. Survival guide pictured here.|
|A doll in a window, holding her head (look close)|