*Explode*



Hay guise.

Mah parents thought it would be great to change my whole summer on me. Instead of going to Colorado, the Grand Canyon and Moab, I'm going to this. Not that I'm disapointed, but I guilted my parents into firming the plans for a trip to Snowshoe as well. Only problem is I have to fly from Raleigh to Seattle myself. Three connecting flights=disaster waiting to happen.



As a side note, I'm pretty sure we (my Dad and I) are going to Pisgah again.