2005-01-06 (December 23rd) When we were just starting out, it was December 23rd. The first big snowfall of the year was in progress, and the roads in town were terrible. Once we got on the turnpike, however, it was easy going. Around an hour out, we passed through the stormfront driving all the snow. The skies were a freaky yellow driving through it. Once through, it was blue skies and a beautiful sunset. We drove all night, straight through to Denver. Around Nebraksa, trouble struck our expedition. Or rather, trouble struck me. Some sort of stomach trouble made me lose the cheetos I had been eating in the car, and I stopped every hour after that to contemplate the state of my gastrointestinal system. Back home, the same sickness hit all my friends too. Peter blames Loreli's baby, as she was in contact with all the affected victims. Strangely enough though, Peter himself was in contact with the same people, and is just as likely a vector. << src | dest >> p.s. Images broken? Tell me the date and I'll fix them, sry.