Lancaster's covered bridges are very scenic.

While searching Pinterest for things to do in my new home of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, I found this awesome map of the all the covered bridges in the area! I drove the scenic parks and preserves route, which took to me to eight of the 25 bridges in Dutch Country.

The route took me through some areas heavily traveled by horse and buggies which was an unusual sight (for me) to see! Check out my pictures below:

Willow Hill Covered Bridge

Eshleman's Mill Covered Bridge. Lot's of horse and buggy traffic on this one!

Herr's Mill Covered Bridge

Neff's Mill Covered Bridge

Lime Valley Covered Bridge

Coleman Covered Bridge

Baumgardener's Covered Bridge

Kurtz's Mill Covered Bridge

If your flight gets canceled, just stay in the airport.

I recently took a trip to Las Vegas, and I almost didn't make it back.

The flight was originally supposed to leave around 6:00 in the evening, but some time in the afternoon we checked the status and found it had been delayed about one hour. More fun time in Vegas, yay!

When we did get to the airport, rumors of cancelled flights started flying around while we were waiting in the bag check line. This was at the same time there was some crazy winter storm in the Northeast, so there were a lot of cancelled and delayed flights. I figured we were probably safe because we were Southwest going Midwest, nowhere near the Northeast. Surely our flight wouldn't be cancelled.

We made it through security and to the gate only to find our flight had been delayed a few more hours. Not a good sign, but we sat patiently awaiting the plane's arrival. Several hours passed and a flight attendant made an announcement that our flight was missing a pilot and we might not take off until midnight. For a minute I honestly thought they were joking. How could a flight be 'missing a pilot??' But they looked pretty distressed and never came back to say, 'Just kidding!'

Well, midnight rolls around and we're all very antsy from sitting around for six hours. The flight attendant moves to make an announcement, and moment of truth: our flight was cancelled. Panic ensued.

After waiting in line forever to talk to the attendants at the gate, we found two flights for the next day and the remaining three for the day after that. Our group would have to split up AND we had to go stay in a hotel we couldn't afford for two more nights.

Another girl and I were supposed to have work the next day so we got the first flights out. We went to the airport the next morning and split up to our respective gates. My flight had a connection and, a few minutes before boarding, I double checked the status. GOOD THING I did, because the connection I needed had been canceled. I waited forever (again) to talk to the gate attendant and she tells me flights are booked until three days from now. I'm in tears now because I'm certain I'm going to be stuck in Vegas forever.

The attendant suggests I get on a wait-list for a flight, so I went all the way across the airport to another gate. The lady working at this one was very nice and she wait-listed me for a flight to Kansas City (where I was trying to get to) and booked me on an evening flight to St. Louis (in the same state, so close enough). I started to feel more optimistic as things were beginning to go my way, and I sat down to wait. And wait and wait and wait.

Finally, the flight arrived and started boarding. Could the stressful journey be coming to an end?! I was on the edge of my seat with all my fingers and toes crossed, hoping that I'd be able to get on the flight and go home. The universe was finally on my side and I got a seat on the flight.

When it took off, there were still about 10 open seats on the flight. Three of my friends were still stuck in Vegas trying to find a flight, and we could have all gotten on this one. What we should have done was just spend the night in the airport the day before and started trying to book a new flight or get on wait-lists first thing in the morning. I bet tons of flights took off with empty seats to where we wanted to go.

It ended up okay in the end, though, as the rest of the group ended up getting a late flight back and we all made it to the correct airport only one day later than expected.

I don't have an addiction to gambling.

I typically find basketball to be pretty boring, so I was usually bored out of my mind at my old job where I had to work at basketball games. I was the director of the video display screen in the gymnasium, which I LOVED, just the games were usually dull. But one day, all of the game day workers (myself included) took bets on the score of the game. No prizes or money involved, just bragging rights.

That game was a a hundred million times more exciting than all the other games because my bragging rights were riding on the outcome. Based on my extremely high level of excitement because of that one small bet, I was slightly worried I would discover a gambling addiction later on in life. I took a trip to Las Vegas for New Years Eve and my potential addiction was put to the test.

It turns out gambling sucks. As soon as my friends and I arrived we hit the casino (obviously)! I was really excited about the slot machines because they have cool sounds and bright lights and look like so much fun. 

No. They are money eaters. You put money in, press a button and lose it all! It takes zero skill, zero thought and 100% luck. Needless to say I didn't win anything.

I did find a unicorn slot machine, though!

We also played a few games of Black Jack and I lost at that too. Black Jack was much more fun, though, because there is a little bit of skill involved. You actually use your brain and think about your next move. We only got to play once because whenever we went back to the casino the minimum bet was $10 (we played at $5 the first time) and that was too high for us. We walked past some tables where the minimum bet was like $500. Who has $500 to just throw away like that?!

Anyway, I was responsible and only spent the money I allotted for gambling and walked out that much poorer. It's not fun if you don't win!

Missouri has beautiful state parks.

I will be the first one to tell you that I am definitely not an outdoorsy nature person. It's my fear of bugs that turns me off from most of nature. But I have this friend who loves nature and I agreed to go on this 8.5 mile hike with her.

We woke up super early on a Saturday morning and headed over to the Gans Creek Recreation Area, which is across the street from Rock Bridge State Park (where we usually go, because Devil's Ice Box is there). It was so pretty!

We stopped at a rock/cliff thing overlooking the forest (pictured above) to eat our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. After we finished we decided to go off-trail and climbed down the rock/cliff, which was way steeper than it looked, and we followed the creek.

Sorority houses are illegal in Tennessee because they would be considered a brothel.

I took a vacation to Memphis, Tennessee with my best friend for spring break. We originally wanted to go to the beach, but for some reason we decided to go to school in Missouri and the nearest beach is over 12 hours away, and that was too far and expensive for everyone. We went through our options for other vacation destinations, and there are a surprisingly limited amount of places to go here in the midwest. My best friend is a huge Elvis fan, so we decided Memphis!

On the car ride there, my friend was reading her Twitter and saw that the PostSecret Live Tour was going to be at the University of Memphis that evening, so we decided we'd go. We got to the University of Memphis (which is a really pretty campus), and had no idea where the presentation was, so we walked into some building and asked the students sitting at the information desk.

At first they had no idea what we were talking about, but then it clicked and they gave us directions to the Rose Theater. We also asked where their Greek town was, and they didn't know what we were talking about then, either. The University of Memphis should really reevaluate who they are hiring to sit at their information desks. But it registered for one guy, and he was like, "Oh you mean fraternities? They're all on that street over there," and he said something about the sororities being in some residential hall on campus somewhere. Then the girl at the desk asks him if he knew why they didn't have sorority houses. He didn't know, so she tells us that they're illegal in the state because it's considered a brothel if more than 9 women live together.

But further investigation into the issue reveals it might be just a rumor. In the words of wikipedia, under the 'Dumb Laws' page:

The law that claims that "sorority houses are illegal since more than a certain number of single females living together constitutes a brothel" has been debunked as fake.

The girl at the desk seemed pretty sure of herself when she said it. We also asked her if there was anything to do around here, since we had no plans after the Post Secret presentation was over, and she tells us, "Frat boys."

The PostSecret Live Tour was pretty awesome, and afterwards Frank Warren, the founder of Post Secret signed books. For the rest of the vacation, my friend and I toured Graceland, laid out by the pool and slept a lot.