In a couple of hours, I’ll be leaving Salt Lake City, a beautiful town full of friendly people, for Omaha. This morning, I woke up to a skiff of snow, and I hear it’s cold up home in Spokane, too. It would seem we’re skipping fall altogether!
On My Way
My friend and associate Leslee Borger joined me in SLC, and it was sure good to see her. I’ve been on the road nearly two weeks, and it was great to see a familiar face. (I got spoiled in Oklahoma City, with Carol Smith taking such good care of me.) Leslee left early this morning.
I shipped more stuff home yesterday–suitcase and all. Down to one (big) suitcase, and that will make traveling a little easier. Now, if I can just stay out of that wonderful store at the SLC airport–I’ve been there lots of times, in transit to somewhere else, but this was my first visit to the actual city. I wanted to go to the Mormon Temple, but it just didn’t happen. This ole cowgirl has only so much energy, and I don’t mind admitting I’m starting to run down just a little. Fortunately, when I arrive in Omaha, I can go straight to the hotel and relax. I have a radio interview tomorrow morning, but it’s the kind you call in for, and then I’ll be stopping by a number of stores to sign copies of “The Rustler” on hand. In the evening, I have a book signing. If you live in the Omaha-Lincoln area, I surely hope you’ll stop by to say howdy.
More later–provided I can get online. That’s been an iffy kind of thing on this trip.