I've had John Denver stuck in my head for the past week. Except instead of a jet plane, I'm leaving in a Volvo. And I'm not sad to be leaving. And I don't plan on marrying someone as soon as I make it back (whenever that happens... but I usually trail off by that part of the song, anyways, so really, it doesn't matter).
Just for fun, here are some pictures of Nina (my trusty steed on this cross-[most-of]-country adventure), just after I washed all the pollen off of her last week.
And so, my adventure begins.
