In the summer of 2003, Charlotte and I decided to take a trip across the country by rental car (why a rental? Don't ask--it's complicated, dull, and annoying.), stopping at various friends along the way, seeing the sights, and culminating in our annual visit to the Burningman festival in Nevada. This is the diary we kept along the way.
|25-26||Hot Springs AR|
|?||Oklahoma City OK|
|31||Mesa Verde CO|
|?||Grand Canyon AZ|
|11-13||Los Angeles CA|
|16-24||San Francisco CA|
|24-Sept 1||Black Rock City NV|
|2||Salt Lake City UT|
Sebastian and I visited petroglyphs today, like madmen out in the mid-day sun. Despite 30 SPF sunscreen, my skin was doing a fine imitation of sizzling bacon. More water, more water! I was outclimbed by elementary school children (I supect they're local). The petroglyphs are etchings in volcanic rock which have become glazed over the last 700 years.
Albuquerque has an altitude of 5000 feet. Somewhere between 5010 and 5030, I got very giddy. I'm guesing the altitude. Yee haw! Let me give blood, have a beer, and a cigarette.
Oops, the camera's out of memory! Time to put in a new compact flash card. Camera in one hand, water bottle in the other hand, new flash card in the other hand, take out the old flash card with the other hand....."mff mzflf uffluffm."
"Lotte, if you're gonna suck on the flash card, at least do it on the end that doesn't have the prong holes," says Sebastian, removing the used flashcard from my mouth while I juggle the contents of my four hands.
Heading to Santa Fe.