But now that the dissertation is out of the picture, I had no excuses. Four hours of lessons later, I kind of got the hang of it, but I spent the majority of the stay in bed from post-boarding soreness and the cold in general.
When we headed back, we made a little pit stop at a place called Convict Lake. "The Ukrainian" must have weakened his knee or something, because he got down on one of them at the spot below...
...and all of a sudden, he became something that rhymes with Beyoncé. Me too. (He doesn't like her at all, but I do... and this is my post.)
It was perfect, and while my spidey senses knew it was coming, nothing can ever prepare a person for something like that.
We followed this up with another Denny's meal. By the way, these red velvet pancake puppies were seriously delicious.