day one

19 straight hours of driving... we are somewhere in wyoming. all i see is tumble weeds, snow, and semi-trucks. my phone has been blowing up as i sit in the back of the van trying to piece it all together. i'm hoping that the distance will help me to sort though some of it my heart is strong, and i know that i'm pretty well grounded for being as driven/crazy as i am. god help me. this is not an exit.

on a lighter note, waking up to the frozen salt flats was quite breath taking. there are plenty of coffee and almonds to sustain this kid for a few more weeks. van's aren't as comfortable to sleep in as one might think. i'm not sure if it was the loading of the trailer, 7 hours of nighttime mountain driving, or 6 hours of napping on the lonely bench, but my body hurts. i'm really looking forward to a hot shower and a bed. i hope i won't take those luxuries for granted again.

love.