A rare escape...

Yesterday, I put the editorials on my page. Nothing else was finished for me to place, and I only had one class, so I declared it to be my day off and drove up to the mountain. I got lots of pretty pictures - which is handy for my photo class - that I can upload just as soon as Blood helps me with the card reader. The trees are just starting to turn colors. The aspen hasn't turned gold yet, but the scrub-oak is dominating with brilliant red. I took some photos of Cedar City from far up.

Anyway. I needed a place to park so I could hike around and take photos, so decided to make tracks for the Gray's place - the only place on the mountain I really know. So I got there. Steve and April were outside. I went over to say hello, and April invited me inside for lunch. I got some nice shots of her fish pond. I love fish ponds... :) Anyway. We ate lunch, had a nice chat, and she gave me some nice tips of places to get cool photos, which I checked out.

I cruised around a bit more, sort of realized that escaping from oneself doesn't do much good when one takes oneself wherever one goes, and made tracks back down the mountain to print my photos and go to the library. If I can't escape from myself, I can at least shut myself up with some good fiction!

As of this morning, my page is awaiting corrections, and I have done what I need to do, except that I'm waiting for one of my editors to get here so I can chat with her about one of my articles... which doesn't seem to be progressing much.

As for now, I refuse to worry about anything, because I'm tired of worrying. I will sit here, enjoy my music, my Coca-Cola, and my rest.

The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began.
--Anna Grace