Traveling between small mountain towns. I’m beginning to feel like I walked into a Nicholas Evans book.
My best friend is being interviewed for a crazy cool job as I sit here writing this. Then we are going to go have celebratory drinks, because of course he’s going to get the job, and spend the next few days driving around and camping in Moab.
However, the man I’m going to marry is back home. And I want to go back. Plus I get to see my horses on the way.