So I haven't posted yet, even with the relentless poking and prodding of my co-travelers. But this morning was not to be the same. We all usually divvy up chores before we pack up and go, and my chore was to blog. So here it is, my grand entrance! Anyway, yesterday while we were driving through Montana I snapped a picture of a wee little dust devil. There had been a whole bunch, but I didn't manage to get my camera out in time to get a picture of one of the bigger ones. The drive yesterday was amazing, and I SOOO wanted to buy a big pink cloth that I could attach to the top of our truck so we could travel Priscilla Queen of the Desert style. But then I quickly remembered what part of the country we were in, and decided I didn't feel like getting shot. Think I was being paranoid? That night when we arrived into Butte Montana, Jon and I took a walk to the grocery store and were flipped off by two men in a rather large truck. Sure, it could have just been them fooling around. But I figure the chances were pretty good I had too much of a sashay in my step. Afterwards, I took off my glasses when we got into the grocery store so I would be more incognito.
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