I have mixed feelings about this stretch of  highway.  When I’m heading west, I cry.  When I’m heading east, I cry.

There are large sections of Highway 200 that are always a little blurry.

Today I protested having to leave the lake by not taking a shower or putting on makeup or brushing my hair or donning clean yoga pants before packing up the final bags and getting in the car.  Pouting isn’t pretty.

Too much information?  Sorry.

Okay, on to more cheerful blog info: 

I did not hit a herd of wild turkeys, which would have been messy and my car is already a mess and maybe I’ll find a car wash tomorrow before getting to Billings.

I saw two dead deer (I’m still holding a grudge over the whole tomato-plant-destruction disaster).

The weather was perfect.

My fake i-pod worked for three whole hours (which might be a record).

CLOSE CALL:  the nice young woman at the front desk of the hotel managed to get my television to work tonight before I had a complete and total meltdown.  When I called for help I pretended to be calm, but then I started to wail, “This may sound crazy but this is a big deal because I haven’t watched tv in three months because I was in the mountains and I didn’t mind not having a tv but I’ve LOOKED FORWARD TO WATCHING TV ALL DAY AND I CAN’T GET THIS TO WORK AND I’VE READ THE DIRECTIONS AND I NEVER HAVE TROUBLE WITH REMOTES AND I CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET IT TO WORK AND I’M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU!!!!!!!”

I think I may be a little over tired.  So…no photos tonight.  I’m going to go watch television until I pass out.