Zesentwintig, Vijfendertig

I am twenty-six. I have been to thirty-five states.

The Grande Birthday Roadtrip, was indeed fabulous. The time spent in the car far outweighing the time outside the car in terms of fun. Des Moines is, in fact, the pit of hell. However, we did find a rockin planned parenthood used book sale.

Omaha was its only little town of fun. Not only did we see the Mormon "Winter Quarters," but also the empty, fenced off field of the birthsite of Malcolm X. We had to hop a fence and make our way through tall underbrush filled with crawly thing to find the one small historical marker. Priorities, priorities.

More soon, just wanted to let folks now that I have truly seen the rolling plains- and they are not nearly as boring as people say. They have their own particular beauty in their difference from anything else I have seen.