Today I decided to fly out to a little state called Utah.

It was an early start. The alarm went off at 3:45 a.m. That is an early start for me.
The clock on the wall tells me it is now some 20 hours later, and I am tired.

So my funny bone is kind of sleepy too.  Not to mention my thinking cap.

Before the sandman gets me…. I’ll make a couple of observances though.

I enjoy an airport Egg McMuffin every now and again.

Flying through turbulence makes you wish you hadn’t eaten that every-now-and-again-McMuffin.

Something I didn’t know about Utah….. It is called the Beehive State. I haven’t seen one bee yet. There hasn’t been an excessive amount of honey anywhere either. I think the obvious nomenclature is not in place here.  I am guessing that a whole-kaboodle of the women in Utah have really big hair. Hence the state nickname.

And one more thing, before I turn myself into a pumpkin.

The State Cooking Pot is the Dutch Oven.

The Ubiquitous Dutch Oven.  I am not even sure if Ohio or South Carolina have State Cooking Pots…..  State Pots?

But here is another fact I have noticed throughout the day…. there are a ton of cool rocks.   All over the place..  I love rocks. I would have rocks everywhere if it were all up to me. Rocking.

And finally, I think you rock.