Sunday (after I had completely torn apart my bedroom, ripped out the carpet and painted the walls and floors – pics to come) Jim got a wild hair and decided that we needed to drive out to the Utah border to look at an obelisk stuck in the middle of the desert. This mythical obelisk turned out to be nothing but the marker on the old highway for the state line. We did take some nice photos though and we did get to witness the sun setting on our way there and the moon rising on the way home.

As much as I hate the summer days here, the summer nights are spectacular. There is something about experiencing the beauty of the earth that makes me feel connected to God.