Elysium

Had a hopelessly fun, disgustingly delicious weekend and now it's Tuesday, only two more days until the Tribal Fair and a four-day weekend. I have a friend visiting from Portland, Oregon. I picked her up at the bus station in Holbrook, home of the Wigwam Motel, where you can sleep in air-conditioned wigwams on Route 66. Ye-haw!

Saturday and Sunday, we went exploring; ate our first Fry Bread, wandered about Elysium fields in the White Mountains, discovered mountain streams and bear scratches on birch trees, wandered about three-thousand year old ruins, sweated, and spent hours watching shooting stars, the Milky Way, and the new moon.

It's been...unreal. Now I'm grateful that this weekend is a 4-day, and I can spend some time checking out the Tribal Fair, some time camping in the mountains, and some time playing catch up!