This is the week where I have completely forgotten where I am, why I'm there and what I should be doing. It's a constant state of delirium.
Appropriately known as the end of October.
In the life of a road warrior, we have weeks that come like clockwork. The week where you hit the wall is usually around this time.
And right on schedule, here it was.
I had a short week, with a quick trip to Montana. This state, like pretty much my entire region, is gorgeous. With its big sky and it s big mountains, I really enjoying coming here.
I had a beautiful sunset and an even more beautiful sunrise. I hoped to see a buffalo (I didn't) but I did see some really big cows. So there's that.
State count: 16 technically, but I'm going to totally count Utah because even though I didn't leave the airport, I spent a respectable amount of time there during my layovers. So, 17.
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