Arches & Reno

MY BACKPACK HAS JETS!!!!

No trip in Arches is complete without turning a corner of the trail and seeing naked french guys spoon in a small standstone cave while their friends take pictures.....yea I said it.

Arches was beautiful. We stayed in the lazy lizard Hostel and left guida there in the shade the first day.






At sunset we headed to the famous "delicate arch", sipped on wine n' brews sitting precariously on hundred foot cliffs, and climbed up and down periodically to pick up lens caps and stuff people kept dropping. I had a Hogue Reisling. Not impressed at all. Too many green notes for me.






My foot was all blistery-like. I have some wierd athletes foot that wouldnt go away and puffed up alot when hiking. I know you want to hear about it. The picture didnt do it justice as it missed the nasty stuff and climbing barefoot didnt help.





The Next Day we checked out of the hostel and finished up all the other hikes in Arches we didnt do the day before. We brought Guido hiking with us the entire day. She felt right at home, and everyone was so enamored by her raw unquestionable beauty. She was posing with all the cute european girl tourists that passed by. Unlike my sister, I didnt pit my Gecko against the other local lizards in a cage fight battle to the death (true story, ask Ilana about it), instead, I used her to pick up girls, the way geckos were meant to be utilized.






SARAH ENJOYS THE LOOSEST SLOTS IN THE WORLD.

Reno Baby!!!!

Sarah just couldnt leave those slots alone. She's like "hey baby, I got a fistful of singles baby, shake it!" It wasnt all fun and games though. It was an 11 hour drive to Reno from Arches. Sarah was scared of my car and wouldnt drive. I was so tired of driving, but the threats from Aunty kay about keeping her baby safe scared me wide awake. She said she'd hurt me in ways I couldnt imagine if I let anything happen to her precious Sar-Bear. And I beleive her.

We stopped off on the great salt lake. It smelled terrible and for some reason the beach was riddled with hundreds of small bird carcasses. Every other step, they they lay, half decomposed and cemented into the hard salty sand below our feet. It was really gross. Next we hit the salt flats. No crazy pictures though. Just empty salty goodness. Sarah didnt want me to go drive through them, and seeing how the car was overloaded and the salt flats looked alittle wet, I decided not to test me luck while in a desert 100 miles out from the nearest town in any direction.

Next stop Reno. We cruised in like high rollers....high rollers who have been in the same cloths for days, dusty, dirty and cramped from 11 hours in the car. Casinos are like herion for someone with ADHD. I can only assume its like tripping on Acid is probabily like. So many colors, so many moving flashing, noise making things. So.... much..everything,......must...concentrate...in...order...to....walk...straight-ishly.


I was so distracted I kept bumping into people left and right.



Sarah made $16.40, I lost $2. Sarah rubbed this in my face. Called me a loser for the last 3 hour leg of the trip to Stockton, and threw singles at groups of people we passed on the street yelling "I'm rich...suck it bitches.... spring break WOOT WOOT!!!" Well, maybe I made that last part up, but with all those flashing colors still in my brain I wasnt quite sure what was real anymore. We started the drive at 3am. We got to Stockton at 6. Broke into mama's house (she wasnt expecting us until tonight), and fell quickly asleep. Californ-i-a. The cross country journey was at an end! Big Shout out to Special K, aka Kerstin for those mix tapes. Sure helped make 50 hours in a car bearable.