my view for the majority of my trip out to Portland...objects really do appear bigger in the mirror. I was convinced that we were getting into an accident with the U-haul that was so close in the mirror.
dashboard jumpin' Jesus was like our own personal magic 8...he either told us I don't know or go with peace my children
some of the scenery we saw....forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
This is the map that we used to get from Denver to Moab
dashboard jumpin' Jesus was like our own personal magic 8...he either told us I don't know or go with peace my children
some of the scenery we saw....forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
This is the map that we used to get from Denver to MoabDenver to Moab Utah...
So get this mental picture in your dome and then read: a mini van with quite a few miles, 2 girls that are mentally exhausted from just getting a smack down daily from kids with autism. 2 little dogs on of which is blind ( oh yeah that in itself makes for a hilarious story) a U-haul with everything that I own SMASHED into a 5x8 area some AAA maps, dashboard Jesus and the friggin' will to get to the days destination.
We didn't start out for our journey until 1pm cause I SERIOUSLY underestimated how long it would take to pack up the remaining odds-n-ends of my apartment. We got to the campsite at 11:30 pm. Tired, stressed, HOT, and not about to attempt to put up the tent that neither of us have put up before. So we took the dogs out, laid out our sleeping bags just right under the stars and slept....well kind of. I take ambien at night to try and get more than 2 hours of sleep per night. I had taken it and then the dog needed to be walked. So I went over to the bathrooms that when I walked there was just a few yards away, but by the time I tried (note the word TRIED) to walk back to our site the meds had kicked in. So as I'm walking I all of a sudden have myself convinced that I was lost. The terrain had gotten different so I thought I was REALLY lost and was in the middle of the desert and was NEVER going to get back to my sleeping bag...which was right in front of me. I had the fleeting thought of the Doors movie with Val Kilmer when he takes too many drugs and was in the desert and saw the Native American...or Homer Simpson when he eats the spicy pepper and starts tripping. I got to laughing so hard at the 2 very different thoughts and heard in my head if you build it they will come. YEP very aware that it's a totally different movie then the afore mentioned Doors movie, or the Simpsons. I made 2 laps around the the campground before I found my van with the U-haul, and got into the sleeping bag. Woke up around 8am and got back on the road. Here are the following tips, and reflections of the first day:
While hauling a trailer with EVERYTHING that you own do not try and swirve to avoid hitting a rabbit...U-Hauls don't take quick movements well and let's face it I'm not the best driver in the world.
While driving up Colorado passes Newtons Law of gravity become a very real force to be reckoned with. It may take you going up the side of a Mt. at around 11,00 ft at 25 miles in hour with a shit-ton of stuff in a U-haul then flying down the opposite side of the pass at 60 miles an hour with very tight corners to realize that what goes up, must come down...and it will be hella fast on the way down.
If you are a spiritual person and have a dashboard Jesus super glued to your dashboard, it is quite okay to consult him on things. Depending on the amount of bumps in the road he will either be telling you to do it.....or I don't know.
Utah is a pretty little state that leads right into the bowels of hell known as the Mojave Desert...
An airport in the middle of nowhere Utah is kinda creepy when it's late and you've been driving FOREVER. It might be confused for a lighthouse (which there is not much use for one in UTAH as there are no major bodies of water)...or you might convince yourself that the mother ship has landed and aliens will be seizing your vehicle and ungodly probes will be done.
When debating about wearing your flip-flops in the shower at the campground consider which is the lesser of 2 evils: Having wet feet and getting red sand all over OR getting a raging case of athletes foot...which if you are a hypochondriac like me you are CERTAIN that athletes foot will lead to gangrene and the loss of your your foot and probably the whole leg. Which I had just had a pedicure and I was NOT about to jack it up with losing the foot....
Day 2 will be coming tomorrow...
So get this mental picture in your dome and then read: a mini van with quite a few miles, 2 girls that are mentally exhausted from just getting a smack down daily from kids with autism. 2 little dogs on of which is blind ( oh yeah that in itself makes for a hilarious story) a U-haul with everything that I own SMASHED into a 5x8 area some AAA maps, dashboard Jesus and the friggin' will to get to the days destination.
We didn't start out for our journey until 1pm cause I SERIOUSLY underestimated how long it would take to pack up the remaining odds-n-ends of my apartment. We got to the campsite at 11:30 pm. Tired, stressed, HOT, and not about to attempt to put up the tent that neither of us have put up before. So we took the dogs out, laid out our sleeping bags just right under the stars and slept....well kind of. I take ambien at night to try and get more than 2 hours of sleep per night. I had taken it and then the dog needed to be walked. So I went over to the bathrooms that when I walked there was just a few yards away, but by the time I tried (note the word TRIED) to walk back to our site the meds had kicked in. So as I'm walking I all of a sudden have myself convinced that I was lost. The terrain had gotten different so I thought I was REALLY lost and was in the middle of the desert and was NEVER going to get back to my sleeping bag...which was right in front of me. I had the fleeting thought of the Doors movie with Val Kilmer when he takes too many drugs and was in the desert and saw the Native American...or Homer Simpson when he eats the spicy pepper and starts tripping. I got to laughing so hard at the 2 very different thoughts and heard in my head if you build it they will come. YEP very aware that it's a totally different movie then the afore mentioned Doors movie, or the Simpsons. I made 2 laps around the the campground before I found my van with the U-haul, and got into the sleeping bag. Woke up around 8am and got back on the road. Here are the following tips, and reflections of the first day:
While hauling a trailer with EVERYTHING that you own do not try and swirve to avoid hitting a rabbit...U-Hauls don't take quick movements well and let's face it I'm not the best driver in the world.
While driving up Colorado passes Newtons Law of gravity become a very real force to be reckoned with. It may take you going up the side of a Mt. at around 11,00 ft at 25 miles in hour with a shit-ton of stuff in a U-haul then flying down the opposite side of the pass at 60 miles an hour with very tight corners to realize that what goes up, must come down...and it will be hella fast on the way down.
If you are a spiritual person and have a dashboard Jesus super glued to your dashboard, it is quite okay to consult him on things. Depending on the amount of bumps in the road he will either be telling you to do it.....or I don't know.
Utah is a pretty little state that leads right into the bowels of hell known as the Mojave Desert...
An airport in the middle of nowhere Utah is kinda creepy when it's late and you've been driving FOREVER. It might be confused for a lighthouse (which there is not much use for one in UTAH as there are no major bodies of water)...or you might convince yourself that the mother ship has landed and aliens will be seizing your vehicle and ungodly probes will be done.
When debating about wearing your flip-flops in the shower at the campground consider which is the lesser of 2 evils: Having wet feet and getting red sand all over OR getting a raging case of athletes foot...which if you are a hypochondriac like me you are CERTAIN that athletes foot will lead to gangrene and the loss of your your foot and probably the whole leg. Which I had just had a pedicure and I was NOT about to jack it up with losing the foot....
Day 2 will be coming tomorrow...
The ambian adventure is so funny...and Real! I know I would have peed if I were there! miss you Betty.
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