Valley Of Fire: |
Formed: 150 million yrs ago
Rock: Red Sandstone
Inhabited: 300BC to 1150AD
By: Basket Makers, Anasazi
Winter Climate: 32-75F
Summer Climate: 100-120F
Annual Rain: 4 inches
Claim to Fame: The neatest keenest campsite yet!
of the Day
Child: "I'm going over here to climb this
Mom: "Okay, but remember, don't cross the road!"
What is an 'atlatl'? |
An atlatl is a tool to aid the Anasazi Puebloans in spear throwing. By simple principles,
it was a tool to extend the arm so that the spear would fly faster and longer than a
The atlatl worked something like a handheld catapult. The hunter would hold a specially
fashioned two-foot stick in his throwing arm. The spear could then be set into the
notch and held by the hunter with the same hand. When it was time, he would move his
arm to throw the spear in the conventional manner, but also flick his wrist such that
the spear would be pushed forward further by the length of the atlatl.
They say these petroglyphs show depictions of the atlatl, but I mostly just see feet.
Dear Microsoft: |
During the course of this article, we blatantly use the phrase "go fuck yourself" in conjunction with your name,
and strictly in reference to your recruitment team and hiring practices, rather than your software, as you may
have heard it many times in the past.
Should you wish us to remove our specific request from the website, we don't think it's too much to ask for
a reimbursement on our plane tickets. The approximate cost was $950.
Kevin & Aimee
Only 3 More States!
Seattle or Bus
Feb 17 -
Technically speaking, we've just entered the last of the 48 states.
Oh yeah, we could just stop right here, if we wanted. You see, almost four years ago, we took a bus from
Seattle to Los Angeles. That's twenty four hours on a Greyhound Bus. If that doesn't count as a roadtrip,
I don't know what does, because there was more adventure and excitement on that one bus ride than a jedi
craves in his lifetime.
Oh, what's that? You'd like to hear about it?
It all started when we were thinking of leaving Thunder Bay to seek gainful employment in the land of the free,
home of the brave, or at least, land of the 1.51 exchange rate. It was the peak of the internet industry, where
any dumb idea could go public, any high school student could sell basement software to AOL for multimillions,
and any man who could use WordPerfect was guaranteed $45,000 a year in an internet startup, even if he had no
other redeeming qualities, personality included. We figured that with our computer science degrees and personality
up the wazoo, we were a shoe in!
We were offered an interview with Microsoft in Seattle, but were really more interested in a place like Los
Angeles (we've always had a thing for the entertainmnt industry). The recruiter said that they'd reimburse the
cost of the tickets, so this was our chance to go in style. Thanks Microsoft!
The flight to Seattle via Minneapolis left the Thunder Bay Airport at 7:30am. According to the tickets, anyway;
the actual plane was cancelled due to lack of oxygen. Have you ever heard of this? Lack of oxygen? The pilot
had to wear a mask to ferry it off to the workshop.
|States We Had Already Been To Before This Trip Started:|
We ended getting rerouted through Laguardia. I don't know if you're up on your geography, but New York is the
other way. Thunder Bay is North of Minneapolis, which is smack in the middle of the country. But, hey, it was
either that or die of asphixiation. Thunder Bay - Toronto - New York - Minneapolis - Seattle. Sheesh. That was
over 13 hours in the air (we're not looking forward to that upcoming Australia flight, I can tell you).
We landed in Seattle at
11:45pm, not enough time to get to the Greyhound station for the "companion rides free" fare. We complained
to the airline, and the most they could do was change our return flight so that it originated from L.A. instead
of Seattle. Now it would be the same price, but we wouldn't have to come back to Seattle to fly home. After
the bus ride, you'll understand why this was a good thing.
Also, our baggage landed in Saginaw, Michigan. We got a free room at the Holiday Inn for that.
In a nutshell, Seattle was a flop. Microsoft promised to pay for the flight. They didn't. Their recruiter
shouldn't have offered that because he didn't have the clearance, and he would be reprimanded. Not that that
helps us pay for our tickets. And the shuttle they promised from the airport? Oh, they were talking about the
$60 airport taxi to Redmond. So, we told them to go fuck themselves, and headed for the bus station.
I don't know if you've ever noticed, but the bus station always seems to be in the creepiest part of town.
Or maybe it's the bus station that causes that part of town to become creepy. Whatever the case,
buses seem to have the largest conglomeration of weirdos, freaks, crackheads and thugs than any other
transportation system, especially going from one major metropolitan area to another.
If I had a photo of a Greyhound bus, I would place it here. Unfortunately, we haven't
seen one today, nor is the signal strong enough for us to download one from the Greyhound
website. So, I guess that is, as they say, that.
Before the bus even left the station, two drunk old skinny ladies were ready to start a knife fight with
the teens in front of them because one of them turned around and looked toward the rear of the bus and she
happened to be in his line of sight. It turned into one of those "Whachu lookin' at?" "Nuthin'" "I wasn't lookin' at nuthin' 'cause
there ain't nothin' to look at." "You was lookin' at me." "No I ain't." sort of conversations. Great start to
Then there was the escaped convict in Oregon. At the second stop of the trip, a man tried to get on the bus with
a receipt instead of an actual boarding pass. The driver said no, to which the gentleman replied slowly, and with
conviction, "No, you don't understand. I have to get on this bus." We heard the driver say
that they should go inside to figure this mess out. He and the ticketholder got off the bus and into the main
terminal. A moment later, the driver came running back out at top speed, dove onto the bus, slammed the door
and peeled away. The other man banged on the side of the bus until he couldn't keep up any longer. Afterwards
the driver told us he was an escaped con, with a bit of a laugh, like it was all part of the job.
Oh yes, a fine collection of people on this trip. There was the group of five that passed around the crack pipe at
each stop. There was the lady and her four small, loud children who were on their way to L.A., but had been on
the bus since Chicago. The kid in the chair behind us with "4-20" written on his hand, who whispered, "Psst, hey!
Hey! Does this mean anything to you?"
And of course, how could we forget Mr. Bubble? No, not the bath soap. In fact, I'm not sure if this fellow has
encountered soap in the last few months. No, he seemed to have a complex about people coming too close and
invading his territorial bubble, so to speak. Hence the name, Mr. Bubble. He was always the first in line,
always sat in the right front seat, and his favourite word was "enh" (pronounced like a snivelling grunt).
If someone tried to get ahead of him in line, he'd hold up his finger in their way and edge them back, punctuated
with "Enh! Enh! Enh!" It was a fantastic few minute of entertainment in the Portland bus terminal, when two of
the four small, loud children were poking him. Poke! Enh! Giggle! Poke! Enh! Giggle!
Ah, the memories. And now you know why we moved to New York.
Abandon All Hope
About 5 or 6 drips of rain
|Ranger People Skills:||Weak|
Valley of Fire|
Site 8. The second the sun went down, the wind came up. And that wind? Holy doodle. The tent even left the ground a few times.
Wappita wappita wappita went the tent. Then miraculously, at dawn, the wind stopped. An odd phenomenon, but what more would you expect from the Devil's playground?
|Lunch: ||On The Road|
Just Outside Las Vegas
|Shared:||Nachos & Salsa|
Valley of Fire
|Shared:||Pot of Campbell's Chunky Steak & Potato Cheddar Cheese Soup|