A busy month.
To Las Vegas for the weekend, then Park City for a week, then a road trip through Moab, Monument Valley, Torrey, Bryce, Zion National Park, the Grand Canyon, Sedona, and Phoenix.
Gone ’til November.
I can only think of two things when I hear this phrase: the track from Wyclef Jean’s The Carnival, and my dear Aki, because we listened to this album so much when we were in college.
When we were little, I want to say.
Packing for 30 degrees, 95 degrees, swanky casinos and the outdoors — on the same trip — is tricky. Especially if you never ever check in luggage.