Katie and I in an air conditioned hotel room off the Vegas strip...who knew that air conditioning could be some AWESOME
Even the dogs were down for some A/C that night....awww how cute are they?
Somewhere between Moab Utah, and Las Vegas
A long lost high school friend Ryan whom I hadn't seen for....well let's just say since high school graduation which was awhile agoMoab to Las Vegas...
this was a HELLA hot day. When they call it a desert they just aren't screwing around. It was hot...damn hot. However it ended in a kick ass place where a dear friend from high school met us and hung out talking about "the good old days".
The lessons learned from this leg of the trip are pretty good:
When in the middle of nowhere but the hot ass desert, and you pull over for gas and a quick trip to the bathrooms, if there is no toilet paper (which is par for the course on a long road trip) what works in a jiffy??? The paper liners for the seats that you put down prior to putting your ass on a nasty seat. WAAAAAY better than the alternatives of drip drying or the wonderful butt shake.
It really doesn't' matter if its a dry heat or not...95 degrees is hot DAMN HOT
When you can take a swim in your cleavage sweat or you are creating too much elbow sweat one can never take too many baths, be them actual bathrooms or what is lovingly referred as a "whores" bath.
Driving through 3 states in a day, no matter the size, is a shit-ton of driving. Which to give you an idea of how much a shit-ton is it's a little more than an ass load.
The actual road runner bird is not nearly as big as depicted in the cartoons nor is it purple nor was it being chased by a Wiley Coyote with random Acme signs.
We became aware of the fact that they arches in Moab apparently collapsed shortly after we left the area. No, we had nothing to do with it....or at least that's our story.
When I am Queen of the World ( which is my ultimate goal really) I will create roads under the other roads that are just for semi drivers. I am pretty convinced that there is some sort of magnet in my van that makes me want to get an up close and personal look at the bottom of semis...especially when we are on some wicked sharp turns.
When crossing into CA form NV you will get to go through a check point to make sure you are not bringing plant life into that state. They will make you open up your U-haul and as ask you about it. They never asked if I was transporting illegal immigrants (which I can neither confirm nor deny) but I better not try to bring in any form of plant life.
When asked how much further the answer will always be "Portland is just on the other side of the MT...desert...friggin' Las Vegas traffic...."whatever may be in the way at the time.
Stay tuned for day 3...
this was a HELLA hot day. When they call it a desert they just aren't screwing around. It was hot...damn hot. However it ended in a kick ass place where a dear friend from high school met us and hung out talking about "the good old days".
The lessons learned from this leg of the trip are pretty good:
When in the middle of nowhere but the hot ass desert, and you pull over for gas and a quick trip to the bathrooms, if there is no toilet paper (which is par for the course on a long road trip) what works in a jiffy??? The paper liners for the seats that you put down prior to putting your ass on a nasty seat. WAAAAAY better than the alternatives of drip drying or the wonderful butt shake.
It really doesn't' matter if its a dry heat or not...95 degrees is hot DAMN HOT
When you can take a swim in your cleavage sweat or you are creating too much elbow sweat one can never take too many baths, be them actual bathrooms or what is lovingly referred as a "whores" bath.
Driving through 3 states in a day, no matter the size, is a shit-ton of driving. Which to give you an idea of how much a shit-ton is it's a little more than an ass load.
The actual road runner bird is not nearly as big as depicted in the cartoons nor is it purple nor was it being chased by a Wiley Coyote with random Acme signs.
We became aware of the fact that they arches in Moab apparently collapsed shortly after we left the area. No, we had nothing to do with it....or at least that's our story.
When I am Queen of the World ( which is my ultimate goal really) I will create roads under the other roads that are just for semi drivers. I am pretty convinced that there is some sort of magnet in my van that makes me want to get an up close and personal look at the bottom of semis...especially when we are on some wicked sharp turns.
When crossing into CA form NV you will get to go through a check point to make sure you are not bringing plant life into that state. They will make you open up your U-haul and as ask you about it. They never asked if I was transporting illegal immigrants (which I can neither confirm nor deny) but I better not try to bring in any form of plant life.
When asked how much further the answer will always be "Portland is just on the other side of the MT...desert...friggin' Las Vegas traffic...."whatever may be in the way at the time.
Stay tuned for day 3...
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