Well I'm back in frosty Colorado. We got in yesterday afternoon after a 20 something hour drive. This time there were five of us in the car so it was a little more cramped, but we listened to most of the Bourne Identity trilogy on tape. I say most because the second tape of the third book is messed up so we never got to finish it. The books are really different from the movie. These were only abridged (which I generally try to avoid, but couldn't in this case) but the plot was way thicker than the movies.

I spent my last bit of time Oregon at my aunt's beach house and visiting friends. For the people I missed, sorry, not that hardly any of you read this anyways. Most of the people I wanted to see and missed were out of town and I simply didn't have enough time to drive anywhere. My aunt's beach house is one of my favorite places in the world. I haven't been there in at least nine years but it hasn't hardly changed. It was real nice to have one place stay the same when almost everything else has been changing while I've been gone. Some of my happiest childhood memories were at the beach house and I found that going there for the one night was probably the most relaxing thing I've done in a very long time.

Tonight I watched the extend version of the Return of the King. I don't think I've actually seen the extended version of either of the other two movies. I thought it did a good job of fleshing out the story (although it still changed some parts). As always, when I saw Aragorn for the first time I immediately thought of Ning's recital posters. I really, really enjoy those movies because they deal so much with strength and fear, hope and determination. I always have to take some time afterwards to process them. For some reason, I identify strongly with Aragorn. Maybe it has something to do with struggling to face a partially realized destiny. Hmmm.