


my unpunctuated story



Ex-home teachers (above in black hat and below in light blue shirt), old ward friends who moved to another complex, and some people I've never met before.
A couple dancers buddies stopped by: Cody (above), and Aaron (below)
Ex-roommate, Cami, and her hubbie, Bret. They are the best.
My cousins! Melanie and Karl.
My favorite people from Wisconsin, Whitney and Emma
And, MY FAVORITE ROOMMATES! Valentina, Lauren, and Jocelyn. They really are the best. I can't believe I got so lucky to absolutely love the people I am living with for two years of my life. This college experience would definitely be a totally different ride without them in my life.


Most of these pictures are from the camera of Eli Bauer, a freshman on company who is an amazing dancer, and has an amazing camera. He took over 500 pictures on tour, and we took advantage of all the modeling opportunities we could.
This is what hours on a bus does to a person...
..and this is how they adapt.
We even were on our way to the Billings Montana Temple, fancy that. However, it was Monday, so it was closed, and we couldn't elope that day.
One of the best parts of tour was doing lecture demonstrations for elementary schools. This one was in Glendive, Montana. The lecture demonstrations are more interactive and we get to teach the kids a little about the aspects of dance. This picture is us playing rhythm tag. You can only run on the whole notes, half notes, quarter notes, or eighth notes, depending on what Pat told us. The kids loved it.
The generosity we received was incredible. Wards in each city prepared dinners for us. This was on of our nicest meals. They even served the tables! And here we were, wearing our sweats...
In Cody, Wyoming, we went to the Cody Mural Chapel. It's this old church building with a dome foyer and this mural of church history painted on it. A non-member researched the church and painted it. He's the same guy that painted one of the rooms in the LA temple, actually. It was pretty cool.




This is the sunrise we woke up to our first morning in Helena, Montana. Pretty beautiful...
That morning we had a stake fireside. There was a pretty good turnout. We played some games, taught them a part of one of our dances, and then we showed parts of the movie Onward, Alone, which I was a part of my freshman year.
From Helena we went to Bozeman, Montana, and on Sunday we took a drive to Yellowstone! It was a fabulous day, and we got there right in time to see Old Faithful spray.
This is just proof that I, too, was there. I never take pictures of myself. This is Jeremiah, my duet partner. And in his glasses is Cameron, one of our tech crew. And Pat, the director is off my shoulder.
Last Friday, we had a Dancers' Company retreat up around Sundance. Thanks to connections from our director, we got to spend the evening at James Christensen's cabin up there. (For those who don't know him, he's a painter out here in Utah. He does mostly fantasy work.) It was a pretty cool cabin with an awesome fireplace, circle beds in corners, and even secret rooms behind bookshelves. The first thing we did up there was set out on a hike to Stewart Falls. The trees in the mountains are changing colors and are really beautiful, making for a very pleasant hike.
So, after maybe ten minutes of the hike, we kind of got separated into two groups. There were five of us stragglers towards the back, along with our director. We got to a fork in the road, and even though the front half of the group had gone straight, our director, with the map, told us we should go right, and that he would go get the others. So we set off down the trail... about ten minutes later, after no one caught up to us, we decided we were actually going the wrong way. We hypothesized that this was the plan of our director, either to a) get rid of his least favorites on the company, or b) secretly split up the whole company in the mountains and
see if we could find each other...as some sort of bonding activity. Then we started figuring out that soon enough we would start disappearing one by one. There was a killer among us. Lost in the mountains, no phone service, no map, it was getting dark... I was the first to go.
was no group bonding, our director just read the map wrong. So why not pretend to be Indians?
The main event, however, was getting to see the Broadway musical, Aida, at Tuacahn theater. We got to the theater a little early and though my roommates (and sister of roommate) are beautiful, we were a wee bit bored.
Luckily, they had this awesome thing to occupy about 3 minutes of our wait.
Then we ended up waiting some more, mostly looking at couples walking around and trying to hypothesize what their relationship status was.
The musical was awesome. Great singers, a few good dancers, a sappy romantic story line, beautiful red rocks in the background, a river that flooded the stage (on purpose), an actor who never wore a shirt, a dancer who forgot to take off his Keds, and warm weather the whole night!