Okay, I'm back.

Seriously, I hate traveling. Well, that's not exactly correct. I have a love/hate relationship with it. I would like to take just one trip in my life in which the plane is not delayed. Maybe I did when I was a kid? I don't remember. I like going places, and I enjoy the idea of cruising around five miles about the surface of the earth (in case anyone missed that I'm a geek), but I hate the non-communicative flight attendants, the computers that tell you everything's okay when it's not, the fact that you can't get a meal on a plane anymore, and the stupid security measures that aren't that secure.

Oh, and JFK Airport? For the love of snap, your food court sucks. There's a reason Burger King and McDonald's do well: it doesn't cost $9.50 for a bad burger and bad fries (even in the airport) with no drink. I should've gotten the not-so-cheap cheap "Chinese" food, but the "bourbon chicken" scared me. So I guess I should've gotten the not-so-cheap cheap Italian food instead.

Alright. I'm calm now.

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One of the best parts of traveling is coming home.

Yesterday was a beautiful day in Austin (today is too, actually) so Kate S. and I decided to go to Enchanted Rock. It's about the same distance as the Alamo, but more naturey and less history. So more in her alley, which is fine 'cause I'm easy.

On the drive over we got "lost," insomuch as we took the wrong route to get us to the same place anyway. We passed about a dozen winerys and four thousand peach orchards. We went through Fredicksburg, which reminded me a lot of Stockbridge. Sort of a little town with a touristy drag of small shops.

We drove down a ranch road to get to the park, and were literally peppered with bugs smashing into the windshield. I don't think that's ever happened to me before. It was pretty gross, and since they were all butterflies I spent most of that time ducking down behind the dash. What?

We got there and I decided we should take the Summit Trail, 'cause that'd be cool. Kate remembered her camera but forgot to put new batteries in, so I have no pictures. In her defense, I completely forgot to pack my camera at all. So there will probably be minimal pictures of my trip.

Anyway, that wikipedia article links to some sites with good pictures, if you're interested. There were butterflies everywhere at the bottom. Ew. We hiked to the top, which took awhile because 1) I'm out of shape and 2) I was wearing inappropriate clothing because Kate told me it was chilly when it was, in fact, about 80. Once again in Kate's defense, I probably should've checked weather.com on that one.

The hike wasn't bad. When we got to the top we had a picnic, which Kate packed for us, and just sort of sat and chilled in the shade of a funny looking tree. That's the thing I notice about the landscape here. It looks the same from a distance, but when you get close there are funny looking trees and cacti and brown spots.

Going down was worse, because I kept thinking I was going to lose my footing and fall. Which I didn't, but still.

Afterwards, we drove back with the intention of stopping at the wineries, but were too tired. For our evening activities we decided to have BBQ and see Running with Scissors. The BBQ was good, the side dishses were fantastic and I think I have about six meals worth of leftovers. Talk about big portions.

The movie was okay. The performances were all outstanding, but it just didn't jive.

That was Saturday. Today we're having brunch and then I'm not sure what.