I've been too busy enjoying having crashed at the end of three weeks of travel and visiting to get to typing up the last of my Jackson adventures. It'll happen. In the meantime, I'll just include the tagline for the most unusual of the experiences:
Being in the middle of a herd of bison.
There you go. I can't do better than that.My ScrapBook has the best of the shots from the break
, including a killer aerial photograph I took that I highly recommend people add to their Desktop Pictures files. Cheers!
Now off to bed. I've been dizzy for a few hours. Weird. I don't feel sick, otherwise. I sniffed the stove and made sure I didn't have a gas leak, but I think that would make my head hurt, too. But it's a three-glasses-of-wine-dizzy (for me, that's really
dizzy: skinny-boy metabolism and all) but without the pleasant buzz that the wine would give. Can't figure it out. But if I wake up dead tomorrow morning then at least this way I've said good-bye and left a clue for the coroner. Sorry about that, Mom: I know that was an awful thing to say. I have the best picture ever of you and Grace
, though, so that should make up for it. I'm still not sure that I've cropped it the best yet, though. I'll have to keep thinking about that one.