Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

Here I am, sitting at my computer in my dorm room in Middlebury, Vermont, and I've got to write all about my time in Southern California over spring break. There must have been at least 38.6 billion moments during the trip that were awesome enough to merit mention here. With any luck, I'll remember half of them. Because I am lucky enough to be friends with the photographically inclined David Russell, I have a huge photo library, courtesy of the big man, at my disposal. These pictures should help with the storytelling.

Go West, Young Man

Currently typing this in LAX. Waiting to connect to San Diego. Yeah. Burlington to Newark to LA to San Diego. Pretty dumb, right? Although I am pleased that LAX has free WiFi. Can't say the same about Chicago.

Welcome to the Hotel California

A black arrow, doused in snake venom, whizzed through the air for fifty meters, then embedded itself in the heart of a mail-clad soldier. His mail armor was weak, and he faltered, then fell off his mount, eyes full of death. The small scout force of humans braced for an attack, but too late. Forty lkaks, creatures distinguished by the smell of rotten eggs about them and three large horns sticking out of their forehead, leapt out of the trees, quickly cutting down the nine remaining humans. In a few short seconds, it was over.

Carmen Sandiego

I'm typing this on my phone, which means it has been twenty minutes since I started typing. Expect brevity.
I haven't read Rae's last post, and I'm not going to read any posts this week, because I hate interneting on this device.
I'm currently in a San Diego motel, and many blog-worthy things have happened over the past few days, most of which I'll remember when I give you a full account next week.
I'll be talking about the following:
Three papers, thirty hours.
Yosemite from the sky.
The Famished Competitions.
High tide: Faster than you think.
La tracka.
Return to Del Taco.
Massholes.
Zooland. Er.

Audios, amigops. (Anyone get the reference?)