Another Bottle Down.

Fran and I camped on Antelope Island. I tell you what, that place is one big ball of desert and salt. I loved it.

It was here we discovered that buffalo are actually called bison. Imagine that, Yellowstone was wrong all these years.

You really do float on the Great Salt Lake. It is hilarious. You feel like an astronaut.

The sunsets are incredible.

Danish people, we learned, are very friendly. A whole carload of them shared their cherries with us.

Antelope Island is home to the nicest bathroom facility for an outdoor recreation area in the state of Utah.

They do a nice mixture of real bison with statue bison. The trick is figuring out whats what.

About face.

My mind has this problem of thinking. It thinks all the time, even when I don't tell it to. Sometimes it thinks happy thoughts, sometimes sad. Sometimes it thinks about people I try to avoid or moments I try to forget. It creates stories that haven't happened yet but convinces me that someday they will. Daydreams, thats what they're called.

And right now my mind is going so fast I can barely keep up.

But at least today it has occupied me with excitement for autumn, that beautiful season with scarves and sweaters and hot chocolate from Sags and picnics in sunny, crisp weather... new classes and new starts and new people. I love fall. Especially because fall leads to winter which leads to snow which is magical beyond all measures.