I noted the RV's across the gas station parking lot (I dare not call them campers). Their insides heavily burdened with trivial miscellany. They rob their owners of more worth while pursuits and they squat on their property when not being used. Slavery, I thought to myself as I removed my shoes for a looser pair of sandals. 

We made the long drive back to Rexburg.

Here's some samples of competitive sports photography.