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Two Weeks, There and Back

Phil and I took a necessary road trip (with reasons which you will learn more about in a later post), and made a few pit stops between Los Angeles California, and White Sands in New Mexico. 

The first stop was Tucson. I kind of fell in love with this place. The culture was vibrant, and there was just enough hippie to suit my needs. Things like organic grocery stores, weird book shops, spaces to roam and grab either a cheap beer or an imported red are must haves and this place was stocked. 

We stopped to say hello to Phil's grandmother. If you remember Maria from the Welcome To Wyoming post, this would be her mom. She could only accommodate us for a few hours in the morning since she had guests staying over and they had plans to go to a museum for the day. She goes out to see plays and musical performances, while maintaining her art collection which has been a project for her since her twenties. She is now 92.

We then ventured on to White Sands for an incredible few days working with Tiny Atlas Quarterly. A wild honor. Details will be kept limited since there'll surely be more to come from that side of our trip - so I'll talk about the other thing that happened while we were there. Phil and I met a traveling couple from Canada, living out of their "Armageddon Bus" until their house is finished being built on their farm. Meet Erin and Jesse. 

Here it is. Glorious, isn't it? They bought this bus and proceeded to fully gut it, replacing the bus seats with a custom made fold down bed (the bottom containing shelving units), as well as a stove and toilet. They also kept a photo album of the buses progress. Their pups Willow and Cedar rode with them too. Great company.

We stopped at the closest place to get a coffee - which happened to be Arizona's own Bedrock City, a dilapidated tribute to the Flintstones in  the most geographically appropriate location. Definitely worth checking out. Oh, and coffee is only 5 cents.  

The Grand Canyon. For safe measure. 

And a last days visit to our favorite hot springs. More details to come soon. 


Valley of Fire (and a little Las Vegas)

The Valley of Fire National Park sort of knocked reality back into me. I'd been feeling a strong pull to be surrounded by something other than pavement, and get as far from the rush of cars and city stress as possible to clear my mind, and begin the new year. Phil and I looked at a map and decided that we would head to Nevada. We had what was probably the most relaxed Saturday night ever in Las Vegas, then woke up to greet the day, a silent Sunday morning in the city of sin, feeling quite docile in the AM haze. We wandered a bit, explored Paradise NV, found some coffee and hit the road.

I had never been to this particular national park before. The Valley of Fire starts like the strike of a match, immediately announcing itself with a daunting expanse of flames across the road. It continued inwards to unpaved, and hardly marked paths, eventually leading to endless waves of color and shape. 

The shapes of the rocks took form like clouds. Some looked like strange creatures. I thought this one below looked like the falcon-headed Horus. Phil saw a hissing cobra. 

Played around a bit because why not. :)

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At sunset, the sky began to match the grounds we had walked. Multi-coated colors swept across the horizon. We'll be going back soon.