we stopped at the flatiron cafe in jerome on our way back. we barrel in laughing, sunburned and chacoed, braless and dirty, half of us unshaven and all sporting fabulous hairdos from spending the day swimming in the river. we order fresh mozzerella sandwiches and iced chais, and the woman taking our orders asks me, "are you guys from prescott college?" we laugh. is it that obvious?


but i love this place, which is at first glance pure hippie but often just free. my knitting group went camping, and we spent the whole day today lounging naked at the creek, knitting and talking (until a family came down to our swimming hole and asked us very politely to put on clothes). i came home and went to my bio lab, and tomorrow i'll be spending all day doing homework and making soup. it's a good life.