Vacation basically looks like me spinning around in nature with a giant smile on my face, driving too fast on winding roads, picking up hitch-hikers, choosing sketchy motels, and Rich basically being terrified most of the time. Is it weird that I joked about it being his "Honeymoon of Horrors"? Not sure he would of planned a trip consisting of most of his deepest fears (you know the risk of getting random hotel diseases, getting murdered, falling off a cliff) but I would like to think he loves me more for it. :) I certainly love him for showing curiosity in my passion for photography and capturing me in all that spinning smiling gleefulness.

P.S. He is getting crazy good! I think I have a second shooter in the making....