I'm sitting in my home away from home when I'm in Nampa motel. Although fairly nice, it is not The Lodge.
I'm still waiting for a train to catch home. My crew has gone on before me and is at this moment heading towards LaGrande. The hotel I stay at is currently inundated with a large high school girl's basketball team, complete with chaparones and family members. The halls are decorated with red and white streamers and name tags labeling the appropriate doors. The lounge area looks like a pajama party has exploded. There are bodies strewn everywhere. I did manage to venture out of my room and very carefully weave my way through the maze of red and white uniform clad teenagers to get to the coffee machine downstairs.