Homeward Bound

The end is near! It's now May, and we only have a little over two weeks left before we return to the homeland. Usually when life experiences near the end, a person tends to feel some extra attachment and nostalgia that comes along with savoring each final moment as he/she progresses toward the last hurrah. Yeah, that’s not happenin’ here. We can’t wait to be back and see people we care about…and the thought of stepping outside for more than two minutes without the risk of sweat running down my crack is quite heavenly as well. Sorry, you probably didn’t need that image, did you? In other words, the Caribbean is beautiful, but we’re excited to be back home (and by home, I mean any place we happen to be at any given moment in our gypsy-esque life style).

As we gear up for our 3,000 mile trip (north and west), I thought I’d share some pics of the Dakotas for the rest of the world to enjoy. Maybe they will even prompt you to hop on your scooter and come visit us this summer!

The first one is Dillon (my brother) riding a bull last weekend at a bull riding camp in the hills. (Note to easterners: Hills refers to The Black Hills located in Southwestern South Dakota. It’s where you’ll find Mount Rushmore, Deadwood, The Sturgis Bike Rally, and Rocky Raccoon…for those of you who didn’t write a 26 page high school research paper on John Lennon, that’s a Beatles reference—“somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota, there lived a young boy named Rocky Racoo-oon”) He (Dillon, not Rocky) set a world record by staying on for 143 consecutive hours. The bull eventually fell to his knees and wrote “Uncle” in the dirt with his nose. Have you ever said uncle in this way? I’ve only seen people use it in movies.



The family picture is one that we took while we were back last September. Apparently I was watching some O.J. classics on Court TV that morning…the Kaeto Kaelin look was going strong for me that day.


The sunset is from a window in my mom and dad’s house. It reminds me how excited I am to actually have windows again. We have shutters with slits that cover our windows down here. You can’t see through these shutters and if you stay inside long enough, it begins to feel like you are trapped in a bomb shelter. We can’t wait for real glass windows with a view of the lake!


The last picture may be my favorite. It’s of my brother’s horse Sparks checking us out over the fence. We’re planning on spending a lot of time on horseback this summer. It’s one of the things I’m most excited about.

Guess that’s all the time I have for now. See y’all soon.