We finished up our weekend by taking a back road through God only knows where. I was sure we would break down, run out of gas, or just fall off the side of some cliff. We would be one of those stupid people you read about that went for a Sunday drive and got lost. They would send Search & rescue out for us and find us eating each other. But we made it through saving me the embarrassment of having to explain why I was gnawing on Kurt's shin bone.

Here was some of the beauty we encountered. Not a bad place to get lost.