the last few days of the journey, i think...

Aug 29, 2004 18:11

so, at around 9pm, we head out of the e-crap-o-lodge to drive through the desert roads of new mexico and arizona. since i have had the night shift during this trip, i start the driving for the day. our plan is to quickly check out the grand canyon as we pass near it, then possibly hit sedona for sunrise, which puts us not too far from LA, hopefully getting there around noon or so.

well, we get to near the grand canyon around 4am, after I had driven us 30 miles out of the way, after having missed the exit. oh well. no big deal. then as we drive closer to the grand canyon, there's a sign that says $20 per car. what? they charge money to see a big hole in the ground? jesus, everything costs fuckin money. so, leah not really wanting to see the giant hole anyways, we decide to just turn around and try to get to sedona by sunrise. we both could use an energy recharge anyway, and sedona seems to be the place to do it.

so, now it's butt-fuck hour of the morning and i'm driving away from the grand canyon, having not seen it, and there's a fucking cat screaming in my ear. i'm tired and losing my patience. then out of nowhere, from the passenger seat, i hear an almost gurgling noise. i think that leah's just trying to fake the cat out into thinking that she's sleeping in the hopes that the cat will follow suit. that is, until she falls totally silent, which starts to sppok me out, and i try unsuccessfully to wake her, now i'm starting to internally freak out, and then she starts flailing and twitching and finally juts awake, looking around as though she has no idea where she is. by this time i've yanked the car off the road to a screeching halt, turned the inside light on, and (so she tells me in retrospect) have glued myself to the door and window side of the car, because she was ghost-white, including her lips. it is now perhaps the funniest story of the trip, but in that moment, not so funny. turns out she's hypoglycemic and was just overtired, underfed, exhausted in everyway, is prone to passing out, but apparently has never flailed before once passed out. great. (ps phonemonky, leah has requested that this little tale not get back to tina specifically) anyways, so i drive as fast as i can to the nearest motel 6 in flagstaff, and we crash there for a few hours. and i mean only a few hours, because apparently when you check in at 5am, the noon checkout time still applies. what bastards.

we woke up in the morning and got some crappy breakfast in a nearby diner, where i'm pretty sure the only 18 year-old goth boy in flagstaff was eating breakfast with his family and got on the road by noon. Leah drove most of the way through arizona and the mojave desert. The random dairy queen in the middle of the mojave was quite a site to be seen, however. ps, the gas prices in the middle of the desert are outrageous (yeah, i know, thank you captain obvious, but really, they were assinine). We FINALLY reached LA around 7pm, got to snappy's house in eagle rock and sat down to an incredibly lovely home-cooked meal (snappy is a professional chef...yummy food!) and a fabnbulous bottle of wine. After dinner we sat around and chatted for a little while, leah left for her friend's house around 10pm, and thus we parted ways for a few days...
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