I'm not going down there, no way!!! (But so far I appreciate Oregon's dark sense of humor)



Motel, Cave Juntion, Oregon. I wish I could stay here.

This butterfly got caught in my windshield on the interstate. I pulled over about ten miles down the road to clean it off, and she was still alive. She sprung to life for a while then passed away about 45 minutes later. I have a complete new respect for these creatures, but I have to say that a align myself with Nabokov in my appreciation and steal the butterfly back from 13-year-old girls everywhere. Do you think I'm getting soft around the edges?