Once upon a time, two girls thought it would be a really great idea to take a cross-country road trip. Seven days, an H&M bag full of snacks, & a borrowed SUV.
They saw the Meteor Crater, the world's best preserved meteorite impact site.
They visited Dorothy's house in the heart of Liberal, Kansas.
They saw the Arch in Saint Louis, & sat in a creepy capsule of an elevator to get to the top.
They went to Chicago to meet up with the third member of their elite posse. While in Chicago, they ate & ate & ate. Their recommendations include Frontera Grill, The Purple Pig, & Quartino (ask for Scott, the best waiter in all the land & my boyfriend's doppelganger).
They drove 19 miles out of their way to visit Punxsutawney Phil, who lives in a tiny rodent habitat attached to the public library.
And finally, they parted ways to attend to their responsibilities at work.
I am at camp. The kids don't get here until Saturday so for the past eight days I have been filing, cleaning, socializing, stocking shelves, Ace wrapping elbows & knees & ankles, & tending to other miscellaneous injuries. The food is good, though I'm not impressed by the desserts (shocker). It is beautiful here, but it's been raining for the past two days. In my free time, I'm doing a lot of yoga & a lot of reading.
1 comment:
Awesome.
I hope you bloglots (no space on purpose) all summer.
Also, your trip looks fun.
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