Ah, if I were three decades younger...
...I'd still be too old. Sacramento was the end of the line, and alas Helena was travelling on by bus to snowboard in Truckee with some newfound friends. The last I saw of the adorable little puppy, she was striding off purposefully through the crowded terminal to find her bus, radiating invincible confidence and optimism, determined to make friends with the entire world, retail. Impressive...I admit I could have become smitten, but I'm unwilling to be the old fool of which there is no fool the like thereof. As it were.