Safely in Boston! We altered our plans to arrive before the hurricane, though it occurs to me that most folks seem to run away from hurricanes rather than toward them.
We started out with three people and arrived with two; in Louisville, Kentucky, we encountered a couple of Guatemalans who made off with one of our number. (Long story, there; eventually, I'll probably blog about it.) Along the way, we saw the world's largest prairie dog, got surprised by rattlesnakes, fell down a trapdoor that led to a dark slide that plunged us into the boiler room of a very old building in St. Louis, took pictures on the edge of a cliff in Utah, spent a night in a former fundamentalist Mormon polygamous compound, found a 5-legged cow, got paced for a while by an Apache attack helicopter, went spelunking, visited a museum of psychiatry, and rode a creaking, rickety Ferris wheel that spun really, really fast on the top of a skyscraper.
Incident with the Guatemalans aside, it was an awesome trip.
