...stopped by the Thai Massage place I'd visited earlier in the week. I was going to give Tuomo and his wife a reiki session and the massage owner said I could borrow one of her massage tables. Thanks!
I awoke on the bus the next morning to find myself in Evanston, Wyoming...440 miles from Denver! The bus drivers needed to sleep for the day, so everyone else had the day to relax.
Bad photo, good sign. "Beaver Brook Trail: This trail is extremely tough. If you lack experience please use another trail. Take special care at the cascades to avoid tragic results."
...but after realizing that driving an RV is WAY more tiring than driving a car, I decided to scrap the plan for Acadia (which was still a really far drive) and just drive around and get lost.
The only proper way to end a session is by eating at the shitty little restaurant they have inside. A giant ice cold pilsner and some weird Siberian meat-dumplings slathered in insanely spicy Russian mustard! Helps with the detoxing!
While walking the dog on Thursday morning, I saw these posters up to commemorate the life of Ian Jones. (I went home and looked it up and learned that he drowned in the Hudson River while kayaking with his girlfriend. Sad).
...and was excited to see they'd hung up signs all over the office memorializing the simple 3 metrics they'd come up with as a company to track their success over the next quarter.
My neighbors on 8th street are fighting about whether or not to allow the city to build a new senior center over a lot where there's a community garden. People who want the center are posting signs calling the garden a RAT FARM. haha. (It's not untrue).
...and when I looked around for Maddy, she had totally disappeared. I had a 2-minute freak-out where I sprinted around like a nut before I found her near one of the soccer fields.
