We went camping this weekend at Arches and we saw a monkey face in the stone. I'm sure it was some sort of a sign. But maybe I think everything is a sign. It was really fun. But it's seldom that I don't have a great deal of fun in the desert. In our lovely, lovely deseret.
We also got tattoos. They were pretty great. If you can't tell, mine was some sort of glittery anchor and Chris's was some sort of freaky-eag.
Remember, I can do this any weekend, or any day. I'm unemployed and always one phone call away from adventure!