The fog and snow have found me again, despite my brilliant plan to relocate from Provo, UT to Pocatello, ID (city motto: You don't plow the streets, so why should we?). For the past three days our home has regularly been the center of what appears to be a jug of skim milk. My father claims we're living in a snow globe, but I know the truth: some fickle god of weather has it out for me. Come fog or snow, one way or other I'm going in a ditch.
So if I don't write for a while, look for me in a coyote den in the Idaho mountains where I'll have been taken and adopted as one of the tribe.
3 comments:
There's still fog in Provo?
The graphic brings it all home.
Look out for the coyotes!
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