Overprepared. In a good way.

Did I ever tell you guys about the time Dann and I drove through Death Valley, and I was so paranoid about shriveling up into Folger's crystals without realizing it that I drank like a gallon of water before we got halfway into the valley, and I had to make Dann stop and let me pee by the side of the road?

Today was a little like that. I was so ready to be Alberta Clipperized that on my way to the car, I had to stop and take off some of my layers so I could breathe. I was sweating too much under my neck warmer and ear warmer and hood and down and wool and everything.

And I was so worried that I was underprepared....