October 1, Saturday, almost like a starter’s gun went off, the hair started to leave the head! Weird feeling, like you’ve parted your head the wrong way all over the place.
Wig shopping with Betty and Steve at a place I highly recommend ”the Headquarters.” Hundreds of wigs to choose from and an insurance that covers it all. I tried on dozens in all colors, lengths, and styles. Bought FOUR!!! A blonde, a brunette, and two auburn. Steve was hoping the “Farah Fawcett” look would be the real me, but we dashed that fantasy with the way it looked.
Today a good friend, who is a beautician, in shaving the remnant hair so I have a clean start . I choose to have fun, and I certainly am (most of the time)! Photos coming soon.
My blood work from Friday showed my white count back up and I can rejoin the world and feel pretty good for a week or so when we can do it all over again next Friday!
As you leave the flat,awesome farm lands and start up in to the mountains, still frosted with snow, you come upon the town that has remade itself into an Alpine Village. It draws tourists by the bus load, and is just gorgeous. 
We also checked out Whitworth cause Robbie got accepted there for college but chose Westmont, and Gonzaga just because.
If I had another life to live, I would love to run a B&B, or maybe be a substitute to fill in for other B&B owners so they could take vacations. 
Every turn in the road reveals more awesome and dynamic scenery! Laramie to Dubois with a brief stop in Rawlins and Landers. This is our longest drive time day. But we are listening to tapes and yakking and rejoicing in the amazing creation. Here is Steve at the wheel of our cherry-red impala and some view in the background. All of these are truly cowboy towns, and because of the huge winter snows that haven’t melted yet, they too expect some flooding.
Our suitcases were calling out, so after one month up on the shelf, they are packed again and on an excellent adventure.
Well up until now, my infant baptism had done me just fine! But being baptized in the Jordan River was too special to pass up. 