A wider shot, just to give a little bit better scope of the crowd (there were actually a LOT more people there than you can see even in this one).

One of the different things about being here in North Dakota is that it gets dark really late, so when the show ended at 10, it was still light.  Kind of put the breaks on their fancy LED light displays.  This one shows a little bit more, though... it got a little bit darker towards the end.

And just for good measure... here's one of me coming into the dock on the jet ski that I mentioned in the last entry:

In other news... today was a rather long and not very fun day.  I had a couple of phone calls that I didn't want to have, but were necessary nonetheless.  I won't say I'm feeling much better about the whole situation, but I do have a better understanding of some things now.  And I won't say I'm happy about it all, but I'm a little more confident that it was in fact the right thing.  Even so, it hurts, and I know it will continue to.  In closing tonight, lyrics to one of the songs that Keith Urban sang at the concert the other night (it just so happens that this was already my favorite song of his, but that has definitely been solidified now).

"You'll Think of Me"

Keith Urban

I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me

I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me

Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life