Tonight, after I got home from work, we drove the five and a half hour distance to Monticello, Utah. Unfortunately, for at least a third of the time, Aspen wept and wailed and gnashed her teeth. During the quiet hours, Teresa and I finally finished her RPG in which she played a yankee girl caught up in the South during the Civil War, reuniting Uncle Tom with Aunt Jemima, and escaping with her true love to the Island of Love.