I guess I can't consider myself an effective blogger at a rate of 1 blog per every 5 days on an 11 day trip. 
Let's just call a spade a spade.
That said, to update you of our journey in a slightly abridged version, every day, every minute, has been a joy filled with "Oohs" and "AHHs" and simultaneously a test of one's inner resolve. We have definitely choked down/coughed up more sand than is prudent.
The trip so far. Day 2. After spending a night in Omaha with the Brodie's (my friend's parents) and eating some delicious ribs and brisket (food is always how I catalog my trips) we headed west to Colorado with the hopes of finding a cheap campground or motel near Boulder. Ben has rigged a Blackberry/internet/GPS/cell phone charger contraption. With the aid of his techie ways we were able to secure a hotel after searching for hours.
Anyway, I realize this isn't exciting and it's time to hit the road again, so I will save you from more boredom. Pretty much we saw some awe inspiring arches, were nearly blown over numerous times by the most unbelievable sand storms, stayed at a campsite with a random couple who saved us from sleeping in a car outside (whom we met outside a potty/shack/openair hole in the ground), nearly fell off a sharp precipice while climbing to the most famous arch (literally hit the ground, army crawled, and prayed to the gods), met a man named Ron who is a Native dancer (and refered us to a "traditional" restaurant which to our surprise meant hamburgers and country-fried steak), watched a few photographers run around snapping pictures like they were high on a sugar fix, and on our way again...
Let's just call a spade a spade.That said, to update you of our journey in a slightly abridged version, every day, every minute, has been a joy filled with "Oohs" and "AHHs" and simultaneously a test of one's inner resolve. We have definitely choked down/coughed up more sand than is prudent.
The trip so far. Day 2. After spending a night in Omaha with the Brodie's (my friend's parents) and eating some delicious ribs and brisket (food is always how I catalog my trips) we headed west to Colorado with the hopes of finding a cheap campground or motel near Boulder. Ben has rigged a Blackberry/internet/GPS/cell phone charger contraption. With the aid of his techie ways we were able to secure a hotel after searching for hours.
Anyway, I realize this isn't exciting and it's time to hit the road again, so I will save you from more boredom. Pretty much we saw some awe inspiring arches, were nearly blown over numerous times by the most unbelievable sand storms, stayed at a campsite with a random couple who saved us from sleeping in a car outside (whom we met outside a potty/shack/openair hole in the ground), nearly fell off a sharp precipice while climbing to the most famous arch (literally hit the ground, army crawled, and prayed to the gods), met a man named Ron who is a Native dancer (and refered us to a "traditional" restaurant which to our surprise meant hamburgers and country-fried steak), watched a few photographers run around snapping pictures like they were high on a sugar fix, and on our way again...
