Roadtrip Day 1: 400 miles

12 women and children died in this hole during the Ludlow Masssacre. REALLY STINKIN' SPOOKY.

Trinidad. Unofficial Sex Change Capital of the world. I was just trying to fit in.

Ave Maria, buddy!

It isn't Dublin, but it's a sweet sign!

Yoga Clouds

Did you know "yoga" means "the study of"?

Blue Moon

On my way to my heavy duty truck store...

Pink: it's like red, but not quite

Exclusivity

Part of your world

I wish I was.

Royal Gorge Railroad

World's tallest suspension bridge...and a pretty neat trainride to boot.

Vanilla Rose

I can give you the tour now...

Peppermint Room = total fav.

Central Perks

Childrens' playthings are good for the soul.

But while you debate half empty or half full...

Beautiful church in Downtown Boise.

Fair Food!

I found my happy place. At the Idaho State Fair with my favorite Boise family!

"The perils of Internet Dating! HAHAHAHAHA!" -Jen

I was talking to Aaron on the phone during my dinner at McGrath's in Boise, when all of this sudden, this cute little buzzed-cut kid with a plate full of fries and fish sat down across from me, saying "I'm going to keep you company while you eat."

Stunned, I told Aaron I'd call him back, that a nice young man had decided to eat with me. When I was off the phone, our conversation started when he said "My dad said he'd give me a dollar if I'd come over here and keep you company."

I LOVE my life!

About 10 minutes later, the rest of his large family noticed where he was, and while half the guys voiced their regret at having not thought of it first, the women just bawked and laughed, asking my permission for a photo.

"Only if you take one for me! Smile, Max!"

"When was the last time you opened your hood?!"

THERE WAS A MOUSE IN MY FUSION!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger

Classic.

"Kendra's Still Alive" Celebration

Jen invited everyone to OBL to celebrate life. Mine.

What are friends for?

White Ribbon Day

I spent 8 hours at Children's in downtown Denver. I was so strong about it, until I couldn't find where to park. I finally stopped the vallay guy and asked where to go. "Are you visiting a patient?" he asked. "No! I am the patient!" Little did I know that was the first of many times I would say that...

I had to wear a sticker so I wouldn't lose myself or be taken home by the wrong parent...When I asked if there was any water, I was given a 2 oz box of juice. I had hot green dog wrap around my arm where the nurse had taken an inordinant amount of blood. It doesn't stick to skin, only itself. Fantastic little invention I definitely missed out on. And every time a little bald head walk past me, searching for the next entertaining area in the hospital, I had tears roll down my cheeks.

9 doctors, 1 blood test, 3 echos, 1 EKG, 16 pulmonary exams, 5 flip-flop compliments, and 2 emotional breakdowns later, I was allowed to exit into rush hour traffice, feeling so incredibly blessed by the life I've been privaledged to live. I've had an incredibly full 23 years, and if nothing else, I can take comfort in that, and be thankful for the incredible ways I have been set apart and looked after by Someone so much bigger than me.

Hampton Inn

Slowest elevator known to man. But I was on my way home, so I did what the door told me.

The burns on my fingers were all that was left of the spark

I swang on a swing today. There are truly a precious few things in life that will never be affected by our undeniable need to and for change. One of those things is swinging. The rustle in your clothes and past your ears, and the soft tangling of your hair doesn't stop with age. The way the bars feel in your hands, the metal-on-metal squirt that pops out above you when you go up - down - backwards - down doesn't fade with time. And the weightless glory at the peak of every upward moving motion when, for a split second it feels as though you're weightless, and that fake floating that occurs when you lean back, close your eyes, and push/pull in a way that only comes from your body's memory, that you couldn't reproduce without the swing's motion and shape, doesn't leave you when it's been years since you've been on a swing. And it always, always makes you happy. No matter how old you are, no matter the weight you carry and the scars your heart now bears. No matter who you think you are, who you've lost inside, and who you realize you want to be. A swing will bring you back to what matters, and that's right now, with the breeze, and the noise, and the flight.

Story Book Island

This ain't your Daddy's luxury CUV

IT'S MINE!

Making plans to change the world, while the world is changing us...

Celestial Seasonings

Weekend with the grandrents!

What ravages of spirit conjured this temptuous rage

Biggest raindrops I've ever seen.

"I take back everything I ever said about you being a control-freak, Charlie."

We topped for pizza while painting a room in a sobriety house in downtown Denver. It's amazing what these team-building events can cause you to say.

Hey Steve!

So, last night, I thought of a brilliant plan to mess with Steve on our white water rafting trip near Canyon City. I decided to ask him as many random, and presumably unanswerable, questions as I could until he flipped out on me. It was after about 10 minutes of this, consisting of 3 questions, all preceeded by, "Hey Steve..." that he started weirding out. But he answered, or at least attempted to answer, each one, ALL DOWN THE 23 MILE RAFTING TRIP! It was freakin' HILARIOUS. Jen even played along, saying "Haven't you ever been on a roadtrip with Kendra?!"

Until, at dinner, he overheard me telling Charlie, and the cat was out, and Steve claimed he knew all along...

Yeah. Sure he did!

Anyway, the rafting (I typed farting, mix up the r and the f and you're in trouble!) trip was fanTAStic! We went through Royal Gorge, under the tallest suspension bridge in the world, past old homesteads and gold-mining materials, along the Arkansas River, which is followed by incredibly old mud piping built and installed by prisoners! Crazy history, and I got to watch it all from the front of the boat. I am the weakest link!

Whatever, the Wetterling's have never been known for their upper body strength...

New Spot

Graphic novel/comic aisle, Barnes & Noble.