I’ve been traveling between Los Angeles, Las Vegas and Salt Lake City so frequently, I don’t know where to call home. My life has become a roller coaster of craziness, and I’m loving every minute of it.
There is something about traveling that I love. It’s probably due to the fact that you have to simplify everything.
Traveling forces you to live simplistically: packing lightly is key! Yeah, I can pretty much travel for a week and a half with only a simple carry-on bag. With TSA always on continued heightened alert, why would anyone want to deal with baggage screening; let alone paying for check bags.
Last week, I flew home (wherever that was) and checked one bag for the flight. I figured it would be easier than lugging two carry-ons. (I broke my cardinal rule.)
Aside from having to stand in line at the check-in counter, I also had to wait for my bag when I got to my destination. I think the cumulative time spent waiting for my bag accounted for 3 hours of my travel time.
Never again!
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My insurance agent is going to kill me.
As some of you know, I went on a motorcycle ride with my younger brother, his friend and my father during the Fourth of July weekend.
Well, during that ride, I was in charge of taking the photos because I was riding “tail” out of the four of us.
It was a beautiful ride; one I will never forget.
We rode up to Flaming Gorge and through Evanston, Wyoming with the intent to purchase a few fireworks for our family’s celebration on the Fourth; sometimes referred to as “The Cul-de-Sac of Fire” — not to be confused with the stadium.
Unfortunately, those plans were extremely altered when we got caught in a nasty thunderstorm as we neared Evanston. We, very literally, were drenched. It was if we had all jumped into a pool.
Soaked to the bone. Not an inch of us was dry.
Not going to lie… it was a little scary. I don’t ride my motorcycle in the rain — ever! I didn’t have much of a choice this time. We were caught unaware.
Suffice it to say, we had a blast; eventually dried off; but, never purchased our fireworks. (I don’t think we would have been able to get them back dry.)