Oh yeah, the rest of spring break

I realize my last post turned into another cake rant post, but I did other things this spring break (just barely--that cake took me a shockingly long time). I explored nearby national monuments with my trusty travel companion, i.e. my brother, and had some pretty hilarious moments.  I'm starting to think we are going to travel the world together, he and I. I think it's in our blood somehow because we equally share this enthusiasm to see everything, be it outside our front porch or thousands of miles away. Not only see it, but get our darn picture taken beside it. Must be kind of like the way dogs have to pee on everything--we need a picture with everything.

Must. . . take. ..  fake teepee picture!

It's more than that though, I think. I'm not sure why, but we are both hungry to experience everything life has to offer. Whether that's snowshoeing in ten degree weather or surviving in the Alaskan bush for two weeks.So far we've been protected on our little adventures, whether by divine intervention or simple beginner's luck. For me, I never know if I'll wake up the next morning with all joy and happiness stripped from my life. So I take it while the getting is good--perhaps it's a blessing in disguise that way.

Anyway, spring break! Gosh I get sidetracked. After our trip to Pompey's Pillar (Lewis and Clark's rest stop) we traveled out to Little Bighorn Battlefield, the famous place of Custer's Last Stand. I've thought the place was creepy before as a youth, and I can't say this trip changed my mind. "It's kind of eerie here," I told my brother.

"Maybe it's the tombstones," he said.
  Point taken. Still, I usually find cemeteries to be quiet in a peaceful way, not a creepy way. . . Little Bighorn Battlefield does not feel peaceful, even though it's dead quiet other than birds chirping. There's a stifling silence that's probably just my imagination working overtime. But my brother and I both agreed that this was not a soothing place to stop and have a picnic.
      Since I will be running a 5K later in April, I attempted to get ready for it this break. Turns out I've lost some (or all. . .) of my stamina over the winter. My running condition is pathetic right now. I went for a jog today and staggered home with the worst migraine of my life. Yeah, that was a fail.
     But you know, it was a good break. I had some really good times with old friends I had lost touch with. I rode my motorcycle nearly every day (and will have to drag myself away from it kicking and screaming). I made a little money babysitting for some of my favorite people.But the break is over, and it's time to go kick some ass, take names, and not let anything get me down. No matter what comes my way. I can whine, maybe even cry a bit, but no matter how hard it gets, I will not quit. Hear me, world? There is too much to see and do and live. Bring it on.