We're here!

We’re here! And already there are things to report.

Yesterday’s enduro-flying (1.5 hrs to Philly, 5.5 hrs to Phoenix and 2 hrs to SLC) had a merciful bright spot, when Wendy and I sat down next to a man named Ashish. A businessman from San Fran, Ashish started up a conversation with us, which began at Barack Obama and ended at spirituality and godhood in people. Along the way, we stopped by his job, our jobs, full-on politics, religion, religion in government, my book, his book, the nature of consciousness, artificial intelligence and machine souls. Though we had only just met, I think Wendy and I both left the plane feeling like we had known him for years. Wendy even thinks meeting him was no accident. Ashish, I should note, also mentioned as much. (Ashish, I like your shirt, but prefer mine!) Anywho, a 2-hour flight went by in, like 20 minutes. Where was he from Philly to Phoenix!?

We crashed last night at Juliana Hane’s apartment. Charlotte folks will probably remember her from Inner Peaks. A dancer by trade, Juliana has been branching out into aerial performances, and I rigged her practice space for aerial fabric last night, in return for floor space to sleep.

We woke this morning to… EARTHQUAKE! Ha! That was a first. It was just a small tremor, but I new pretty much right away something was up. Apparently, it’s hard to mistake an earthquake for anything else. Fun times! Salt Lake City seemed not to have noticed, and Wendy barely noticed, but I could think of little else for several hours.

The bus ride up to Idaho was great. Lots of good scenery and great people. An older couple acted as tour guides, pointing out all sorts of stuff, and we met another new friend, an Alaskan named Jones.

Here are some pics from the drive! Look how deep the snow is in the third pic. The last is Victor, ID, where our friends, Phil and Jess, live. Nice little town -- it's even smaler than Fayetteville. We have two traffic lights; they have none.

--J