In the time since my last post – less than four days – I’ve spent time in Olympia, Washington, flown back to Austin, and driven to Montana.
My body has no idea what time it should be and I’ve gotten something like five hours of sleep in the past ninety-six hours.
But I’m back in Montana. Had a quick breakfast at the Running Bear Pancake House in West Yellowstone and have made the loop down Main Street in Bozeman. We drove with a full moon last night through the desert and it provided some much-needed thinking time.
Even if that thinking sometimes wasn’t so clear.
It feels good to be back.
Tags: Road Trip