"What did a fish say when it hit the concrete wall?" -- "Dam."

The day is ending the same way it began: with me sitting with a wad of tissue up my nose wondering why it's bleeding. Maybe it's payback for the two times I successfully elbowed Logan in the nose? Maybe it's the mountains? Maybe it's just my stupid nose.

Our rafting guide from the trip actually said this today as we were merrily floating along:
"So when you all write in your diary today you have to say this:
Dear Diary,

I had a lot of fun on the rafting trip today with our wonderful guides who did a great job even though we were almost smitten by lightning."

Indeed.

All through the day today I kept having all these great things to say pop up in my head but, unfortunatly, I did not have pen and paper nearby and my short-term memory is...oh look, a squirrel. Especially since I have to use another one of the hotel computers in the lobby and the first time I came down they were all taken. So I went up to the front desk and asked, "Are these the only guest computers you have in your establishment."
The guy gave me a we-get-that-question-a-lot look and said, "Yes maam."

"But..." I started in a but-mom! voice, "I have my own business that needs prompt attention!" Yeah. The business of making sure the thoughts in my mind don't clog the blood supply to my brain.

Kidding. I wish I said that, but instead I went up to my room and helped myself to some more broccoli soup, orange chicken, and a reading of "Jackson Daily".

On our rafting trip today we had more fun than we imagined. Our 3-hour raft tour was caught in the middle of a huge thunderstorm. Even though we signed up for a "scenic" trip, we ended up taking a "whitewater" trip on the same route. Lightning was hitting about every 10 second and we had to have an emergency pull-off into some trees on the side of the river. It was actually kind of awesome, even though we were absolutely soaked (despite the raingear) and it was about 52 degrees. It was definitely a once in a lifetime experience, having to do all the survivor stuff and everything.

Our guide, Maria, was completely awesome. Apparently in the winter she teaches communication classes to "enginerds" at the University of Utah, so she kept us entertained through the whole trip. I listened closely to her manner of speech, and she used so many interesting metaphors and expressions that I wish I had brought along my notepad.

We saw a few pelicans but, sadly, the only moose I saw so far was on the logo of my Abercrombie jacket.

Now I'm just waiting for the deCycles blog to update. I really want to know what they're up to, as today is the first day of their wonderful trip. I got a brief from Logan, who mentioned that he got a wonderful butterfly kiss today.

"From an actual butterfly, I hope," I told him.

He laughed. "Yes, a butterfly hit me in the mouth as I was riding along the highway."
"Well," I said, "It was one of my messengers, to send kisses your way."
"Oh really?" he laughed again. "Then what color was it?"

I thought. "Yellow." My favorite color, of course.

"Wow, so it was from you."

And now I think I'll let someone else use the computer.

--E.A.