While in Yellowstone, I managed to spend nearly two entire days out in the sun. I have returned quite tan and my marginally infamous watch tan line has even returned (now that I’ve gotten a new watch). I actually have somewhat of a dark skin tone and it doesn’t take much for me to tan.
What this all really means is that between the fourth of July parade (where I got weird sandal tanlines) and Yellowstone I am now more tan than I have been since high school when I went to band camp and Girl’s Camp every summer. It’s really just a sad testament to how little time I’ve spent outside for the past three summers. I like things like reading books and I’m fickle about how hot (or cold) I am.
I like to say it means that I don’t want to get wrinkles or skin cancer when I’m older. It just sounds better than saying that I’m a hermit.