Spent a great few days at Lake Minnewashta in Minnesota for midweek July 4th
- Hot and humid weather made for some nice boating and dips in the lake
- First shot at water sports: wakeboarding, jet skiing, tubing
- Come dusk on July 4th, we shot off about $100 worth of fireworks and then sat on the dock and by the shore, watching all the firework shows all around the lake, with an orange moon as a backdrop. This was my favorite. A cleared mind and a beautiful show.
- Even with sunburned shoulders and at least 30 mosquito bites, it was oh so worth it
- I want to live on a lake later in life
Got invited to my first Cubs game yesterday!
It was the most boring game I’ve ever been to (only a half inning of any excitement or suspense), but it was still good times with good company. Had a Chicago dog and took in the sights at the second oldest baseball stadium in the major leagues.
It had such a classic charm and tradition to it.
Left Wrigley with the entire stadium gleefully singing:
Go Cubs Go
Go Cubs GoHey, Chicago, what do you say
The Cubs are gonna win today.
Thanks for the invite, Brennen!
Took the tram up to the top of the Sandia Mountains in Albuquerque last week.
There’s just something awesome about being really high up in the air.
2 miles high, we stayed for dinner and the sunset with quite the majestic setting.
Agreed, Dane County Airport.
I drive past this sign every time I go to Madison’s airport, which has been pretty frequent lately. Whenever I get kind of tired of the constant traveling, it always reminds me why I do what I do, and at the right moment too.
The journey has certainly been exciting. And it ain’t over yet. Not even close.
I moved to Wisconsin and took this job because I craved the chance to travel the country and explore the field of health care. Not only that, but more than anything I craved the opportunity to meet people from other areas, other backgrounds, other personalities.
I crave the human connection. The chance to connect with other people and become friends.
I craved this so much that I was willing to give up all that I had back home (to a certain extent).
Sometimes I feel like I lose touch with myself, my compass gone a little haywire, unsure of what I want, where I want to go, who I want to be.
Things change, but I keep looking.
I still crave.