I was just looking at my feet, so I thought of this.

One time, I went to Lake Powell with my friends and one of the days we went on this little walk on the rocks.  For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to not wear shoes and then walk around on burning hot rocks for 20 minutes.  Doing that ended up giving me really big blisters and they hurt for a really long time.



 

Also, that was the same trip where there was a queen size air mattress that two people would have to share and everyone volunteered Rach and I. Well, just so you know, sharing is caring and I slept very well on that mattress, even if Rachel did snore and probably took up 75% of the mattress.



 

That was also the same trip where Rachel came to the campfire one night wearing the biggest shirt ever and I proceeded to ask why on earth she had brought such a huge shirt, to which she replied, "Well, I don't know. Why don't you tell me?  You're the one who packed for me." Which was true. Touche.



 

Also, Rachel was a water bottle model on that trip.



 

This was also the trip where Landon made everyone toaster struedels ("Careful! Zay are hot inside!) and the trip where we played the "B" game for at least an hour. Rules of the game: think of as many words as you can that start with the letter "b". Super complicated, right? I have no idea why we played that game, but let me tell you, Landon was really good at it ("Butt, backwards, bottom, butt").

Also, I really only wanted to tell you about the blisters that I had on my feet (and who knows why I felt the need to do that), but then I thought of those other things, so I told you about them.

happy sabbath.