A Centaurs Journey Blog

I live a long ways away from Phoenix, just outside of Washington, D.C.  My flight, thankfully uneventful, was early; really early.  I had to wake up at 4 a.m. eastern standard time…that’s 1 a.m.  Arizona time, ungodly early normal people time, and 2 p.m. Yekaterinburg, Russia time.  Now, couple my aforementioned lack of sleep with an annoying inability to sleep on airplanes. Next, mix that with a 2 hour shuttle van from Phoenix, a half mile walk to a college I’d never seen before (with four months worth of gear), a hackneyed pronunciation of “Sinaqua”, and you’ve got my mind state as I walked into a room full of people I’d never met.
Now, three (four?) days later, and I’m having a great time.  I’m excited to know that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.  There is nothing else in the world I’d rather be doing.  I even bought a pair of, uh, chunks.  Sadly, the used turquoise ones with the ace of spades embossed in them were about 70 dollars more expensive than I could afford…I guess the plain brown ones will have to do!