HELLO-ELLO-ELO-ELOO
BACK FROM VARIES ALTITUDES, HIGH TOLERANCE AND LOW BUDGETS.
(But fresh fast food! Yes! There is such a thing!)
PLACE OF TRAVEL: Denver, Co; Hurricane, Utah; Page, Arizona and back.
PEOPLE OF TRAVEL WITH: Barely known and recently met.
AIM FOR GOING: To see Best Friend, Grand Canyon.
SUMMARY
Day 1-Left my favorite hat at the airport bar (the margaritas were well worth it).
First Night-Tripped over a fold out couch/bed and broke my pinkie toe. That hurts more than the heart of Jesus. Everyone had really disturbing dreams.
Day 2- Rental car was late, but we got an upgrade to a Dodge Challenger. This was the first and last time I got excited about this car. Not a great traveling tool if you're not prepared for this monster to eat gas with fury. Awful backseats, not meant for anything but sloppy napping and farting, forget sightseeing, it's like sitting in a barrel in there. It had one positive- it was a smooth ride that looked like an asshole should be driving it.
Realized my wallet fell out of my coat 15 minutes into our road trip. Thank fully it was recovered from another car and I received it when I returned to Denver.
Second Night-We stopped right before “Panguich Point” for the night. They had a pool, we didn't have bathing attire, but we had beers. I had a nightmare of a terrible double life.
Day 3- The coolest thing about that Hotel was the waffle machine, you can pour your own waffle! I've never done that in my life. My girl compadre broke a coffee cup ( you push the Styrofoam lid hard enough it breaks, believe me) and spilled it all over. We were a mess, already standing out because we were the only 3 thin, childless people in that tiny lobby speaking Russian and leaving waffles behind.
TMI(for you old geesers out there it means Too Much Info)-My nose felt dry that morning, I picked at it and when I looked down on my fingers I saw blood and realized it had been bleeding this whole time and constantly crusting up my nose with rims of dry blood. It didn't stop bleeding the whole trip till I got home to NYC. It was nose picker's hell or heaven, you decide. As for me I felt like such a hillbilly, especially with the limping.
We went into Crystals and Creatures (a gift shop) right before we drove into Zion. We spent good half an hour browsing and buying presents and chatting with a gorgeous Swede from Stockholm who looked like a River Nymph. We spoke about the music movement a.k.a. gold rush to NYC that’s happening to everyone.
We got to see the beautiful Zion, I washed my face in Virgin River-and it didn't help my perverseness nor my nose bleeding.
Grand Canyon's North rim entrance was closed, bummer. So we opted for Marble Canyon where I collected natural marble rocks and took pictures of blooming cactus. We discussed what it would be like to jump off the bridge we were on, we decided you would die instantly.
Third Night-We reached Page, Arizona that evening. Driving into town we passed 20 Christian Churches back to back, it was some kind of Godly convention and I immediately felt sorry and disobedient. All of us agreed that we liked this town the most. Something about it felt settling, clean. The altitude was lower, which makes for a more logical answer as to why we all finally felt leveled and ultimately better.
I discovered my whole left side had been bitten about, and it was starting to get itchy.
Everyone else on this trip (meat eating smokers mind you who were constantly hungry and barely drank any water) were in great shape. While I slightly limped like a tardy mental person after everyone's healthy pace.
We walked/hopped over to the nearest fast food restaurant and everyone got yet another burger (fish burger for me), once again it tasted amazing. While waiting I picked up a magazine in the rack and we looked over some local gem spots and decide we should check out Lake Powell before we leave tomorrow since it’s nearby. We also got two bottles of wine and played Stupid while watching South Park and Futerama on the telly, it was perfect.
The girl I was supposed to share a bed with gave up on sharing and moved to another bed, I guess I won the blanket tug war. I seriously didn't mean for it to end up that way.
I had no night mares but I itched profusely in the middle of the night. Didn't really sleep.
Day 4- In the morning I blew up an egg in the microwave with a loud obnoxious pop. I had no idea hard boiled eggs do that inside microwaves, I never tried to heat one up before. This trip was full of sudden little surprises. My friend spilled another coffee. Awkward Russians don't give up!
We drove 7.1 miles to Lake Powell. After 20 minute deliberation at yet another really deep drop below us that was deadly, we were back on the road in no time.
Navajo Reservation was on the way so we took a 15 minute hike on the paved road that went downhill. I felt bad for the Indians.
Made another stop at Blander, AZ for dinner and were now determined to make it home before 11pm.
IF YOU READ SO FAR....HOLY GRACE YOU, YOU REALLY HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO?
The Rest of my stay consisted of visiting local attractions like Colorado University and the Red Rocks Amphitheater, oh and drinking cheap wine and even cheaper tequila while playing Mafia (card game).
I can't wait to start working again...
