Saturday, September 29, 2012. Last week we went to a weeknight festival on the square - food trucks, live music, vendors, balloons, etc. The girls are always pretty worn out after school, but we braved the crowds and potential tantrums and headed up there anyway. The girls loved it of course. But as often tends to happen, I think Roger and I enjoy the idea of the event more than the actual event.

Or maybe it was sheer exhaustion - who knows. But I owe some closure at the very least to those who have checked back in with me and followed my adventure in Peru. It was the first time that I allowed myself to pause and reflect on what had just happened. Even so, as far as cult.

I need to face the daylight. I need to face what I did to my hair last night. I need to not let this day be a waste.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Monday, June 16, 2008.

There is nothing so American as our national parks. The scenery and wildlife are native. The fundamental idea behind the parks is native. It is, in brief, that the country belongs to the people, that it is in process of making for the enrichment of the lives of all of us. The parks stand as the outward symbol of this great human principle. Monday, February 20, 2012. My First Bison Jam of 2012. Bison on Floating Island Lake. And Patrick and I have become Coscon.