Since I can, and I'm bored, I'm gonna write a bit while I wait here in this mugga long line to get in to Creation. You see, we pulled up at 10:27... and I'm still not even on the main road. Oh wait, it's moving, my turn! ¡Oso! Still on gravel! I'm not even to the porta-potty I used when we got here (the line is actually a big loop, with random disorganized outlets that pour into it out of turn.)
So the Wold boys pulled up after us (because Caleb missed the exit, after I had missed it coming the other way...) yet, they are somehow already at the gate, soon to get their spot. Explain that to me!
That's all I can conjure up in Graffiti, this heat, exhausted a/c, and a bored brain. Later.
