A little over a week ago, I got the call to work with one of our new clients on a fairly large project. The project meant that we would need to spend a day meeting with their team face-to-face, not an uncommon need for getting things off to a good start. Most meetings are with clients around town, with a pair in Knoxville and Memphis. Those further out typically were just handled via teleconference. This one would be the first that I have had that has required a flight and a two-night stay in Utah.

Those playing at home might remember that Samantha and I's trip to Chicago last fall was the first time I had ever flown. This trip has a layover in Denver for both the outbound and returning flights, so I will effectively double my number of flights on a single round-trip. As I have said before, I have no fear of flying -- life just never mandated that I use air travel as a means to get to where I needed to go. I have often wondered if I really enjoy traveling, or if it is just a reaction to my perpetual restlessness. Long car rides usually mean naps, and I certainly do not take a lot of pleasure in driving. All the same, this will be the first time in a rather long time that I am crossing the state border, and it will be the furthest west I have been since two very long car trips to New Mexico back when I was in elementary school.

What I am looking forward to the most is slightly cooler weather, and way less humidity. I will pretend that the Tennessee August will somehow transition to Tennessee Fall by the time I get back in a few days.