Remember that time when I thought the parkway would be the hardest part?

Yeah, me too. Well, it's not. And of it weren't for the fact that we get to stay at Thomas' house tonight and ate great lasagna made by his grandma today, I would throw this day to the dogs. But we still have a lot of climbing to do. I'm tired and not in the mood to blog. Read Michael's. Roadkill count: 52.