It’s been a week now since I left on this grand adventure. I had expected to blog every other day or so, but it isn’t working out that way. Either I can’t get a signal on the phone or the wi-fi in the hotel is wonky or non-existent.

Today we were at Chaco Canyon. Maybe later I can write about it, but right now I’m still digesting all that has happened. It’s been good – all good.  I’m very tired, but happy.

Today was the day of hurry up and wait. My flight out of Yeager Airport wasn’t until 5:15. From there I spent approximately 3 hours getting to Dallas and then another 3 hours getting to San Diego with 2 hours of sitting around time at the first two airports.

Both flights just dragged, I think because I’m keyed up and excited. On the last flight, in particular, whole geologic eras would pass only for my watch to indicate 5 minutes.

But I’m here now. My plane finally landed at midnight my time, 9:00 California time. San Diego is bigger than I realized. I’m in a cute bed & breakfast. I’ve unleashed the foot from the ace bandage and am sprawled on the bed. I’m exhausted, but too wired to sleep.

Tomorrow we’re going to the farmer’s market, Old Town, and capping the day off with Ethiopian food.

The cast of characters have assembled – good times ahead.