Less than 24 hours after getting back from our peaceful camping trip, I did something even more adventurous than camping with children. I flew by myself with our two kids. I’d been kind of nervous about taking on such a task all by myself, but thanks to some careful logistical planning and the kindness of strangers things actually went pretty well.  And I even say that after getting my double stroller jammed in the doors of a DIA elevator and having to get patted down at the SLC airport. (Guess the lotion I used earlier that day had enough glycerin in it to test positive for explosives . . . The security people were all very nice about it though.)

The trip itself was pretty short and most of my time was spent in meetings, but we were able to squeeze in a few visits with friends and relatives that were dying to meet Ellen.

Oh, lest I forget to mention the technical reason why we flew to Utah: I’m going to be recruiting for my Alma Mater this next year here in the Denver area. Go Aggies!