So, if you guys don’t know this, I’m currently traveling to Yellowstone park with my parents, grandparents, and sister. I’ll post a bit about my adventures here, one reason being that I tell myself I need a connection to the outside world. But I don’t really feel like that. Actually, it would a nice change to completely disconnect myself from the outside world and absorb some much-needed solitude. But I should record my reflections in these times of solitude, lest the thoughts be forgotten and wasted. I should also like to keep my friends posted on where I am and what I’m doing- or maybe I’m the only one who likes hearing about others’ travels?

Yesterday we left out around noon, and went three-hundred or so miles. We went down to Chattanooga, up along I-24, and eventually stopped just outside of St. Louis, Missouri. We started at a KOA campground for the night. I was scared to death that I would start to hear banjo music. Today we traveled from 9:00 til 7:00 or so, and discovered that our borrowed motor home gets about 6 miles to the gallon. Trip is over 3600 miles. Ouch. We are now at Lewis and Clark State Park in Iowa, for the night. It reminds me of Fall Creek Falls a bit. I have no fear of banjos here.

Books- I finished the second Hunger Games book yesterday, and I’m a third of the way into the last one.

Not too many reflections today. A continuing burden about American Christianity and my own walk is, well, continuing. But more on that later. Now, I believe it’s time for bed. Right after I switch back on the fridge, which Mom turned off because of the buzzing sound.