Last Wednesday took me on another 12 hour car ride through Illinois, Iowa, and into Northwest Nebraska where I spent the night. The drive was incredibly boring. Iowa was nothing but farms, although it was a little hillier than I expected. Nebraska was equally hilly, but for some reason all of its farms smelled like stale port-a-potties. I'm by no means a fan of the common cow smell that graces the countrysides of Wisconsin, but it's much more enjoyable than what I smelt in some parts of that drive.
Last Thursday was far more exciting, taking me through Colorado, New Mexico, and just into Arizona. The drive was incredible. Tons of mountains, hills, and gorgeous desert-like areas. Lots of the stuff I saw reminded me of some western movies, and the more recent movies I've seen with some beautiful photography like 3:10 to Yuma, No Country for Old Men, and There Will be Blood.
Friday was a short push. I had about 4 hours to Vegas where I was going to get to catch up with my boy Boobie. I was hoping to stop at the Grand Canyon, but was expecting it to be just off the freeway I was on, and not an hour out of the way one way. So instead, I settled for The Arizona Bowl, which is a ski hill that has a chair lift going over 11,000 feet in elevation. The hill was obviously closed for summer, although there was still some snow because of the elevation, so you could buy a ticket to take the chair lift to the top and look around and do a little hiking, which is what I did.
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