So far on this trip...
A shop, saying "I buy Rocks and Things". No Clue what the hell "things" are.
An old man in a rascal wheelchair with a hunting rifle.. two miles from any exit rolling along the side of the freeway.
Abandoned or mostly abandoned towns. DO NOT STOP AT THE BATES MOTEL!
The Hills *do* have eyes.
The road, and therefore the world, ends after the next rise.. every time.
The Roswell Wal-Mart. Scary, Huge, Probey.
Roswell Hotels all booked on a Thursday.
Tia Juana's
How the hell can I receive text messages, but not send them?
Wait.. Mission Objectives Revised. VEGAS!
Wait.. Roswell has a super wal-mart? We could live in there and no one would ever know...
Carlsbad.. FOREVER ALMOST THERE.
Rest stop.. 10 foot bathroom drop.. Rattlesnakes in the toilets. "You do know that rest stops are havens for Ho-Mo-Sesssual Act-Tiv-a-tays dont'cha?"
And what the hell is it when you pull into a rest stop and 48 handicapped cars pull up at the same time?
Whitestown? It's a strip mall.. as a town. And hotel bungalos that are about the size of my bathroom.
The Random Trustafarian drumming halfway up a cliff.. how the hell did he get there?
The cave entrance was.. just.. breathtaking.
The hike was very very .. just.. wow. No words to describe it.
More about the caves later.
But natural formations have the oddest tendencies to resemble body parts.