To every end there is a beginning

And the beginning, in this case, is in Jackson Hole. It's still dumping snow outside. April 7th and it feels like mid January. That's dandy for all those Jackson powder hounds out here but I just want to get the F out. The Dirty Bird does not prevail in snowy conditions, so the drive should be interesting.

Going back to Fort Collins for the first time in 4 years. Should be interesting, filled with memories, nostalgia blah blah blah. Spending today on the road-if Carolyn ever gets it together in time-and then tomorrow in the Fort. Wednesday we fly out of Denver and into San Jose. Cannot wait. I've got the itch BAD.

Carolyn, my Philly native friend whom I met here in Jackson, has been having nightmares about getting robbed-mind you, she has never stepped foot on foreign soil-and so came up with the brilliant idea of buying a fake wallet at the thrift store and filling it with a couple pesos-or whatever currency they have down there, although definitely not American dollars like this duchebag on the lift was telling us yesterday, the same tool that said Panama has the best malls-fake credit cards, contestants, get your Crayolas ready, and in the event of a robbery, Carolyn would swiftly remove her fake wallet and get out of the robbery with her bank account and elbows unscathed. Haha. So she is probably standing in front of the Browse (one of our many fabulous thrift stores in town) waiting for the door to open and begin unraveling her master ladron deceiving plan! Gotta love it, this is going to be one hell of a trip!