I am so sad that the Utah Supreme Court upheld the constitutionality of the state's anti-polygamy law today. Because I totally want to move to Utah and marry Neena and Don (and their hilarious Utah friends Ruthie and Eric). It is taking too long to upload the pictures into this post, so please go check out my new Utah Road Trip photo album! Before you read any further, be warned that some of these pictures might not be safe for work.
The Pilot and I set out on our road trip last Tuesday May 9th. We drove from Northern California through part of Nevada via Route 50 ("The Loneliest Road in America") and spent the night in a little town called Eureka.
Here's T, baring it all, as far as the eye can see on a stretch of the 50:
On Wednesday, we continued east, taking a little detour through the Great Basin National Park (so called because none of the rivers and other surface waters flow to the ocean, who knew?) We saw a snake and an interesting rusted old car with a horse skeleton at the wheel.
We arrived in Cedar City Wednesday evening to meet up with Neena, Don, Eric, Ruthie, their friend Eduardo, Caroline and Edge. We all hit it off right away (tequila is an amazing social lubricant, isn't it?) and all of my anxieties melted away along with my inhibitions. I recall a lot of laughter, drinking and dancing, but the rest is a bit fuzzy. What happens in Utah stays in Utah, my friends.
Thursday morning, we finished packing up and began the convoy for 2.5 hours into the desert, to the secret camping spot. But not to worry, this wasn't one of the ones that was closed today due to THE PLAGUE.
We dallied a bit in Escalante, where we had some pizza and cold beers at the Esca-Latte Internet Cafe for lunch before heading on.
The camping spot was gorgeous. Hot, insanely dry, high altitude (about 6,400 feet and T and I live at about 1,000) but stunning nonetheless. My skin was cracking and I was sucking wind just walking around but the group gave me enough booze to quell my whining. More laughter, eating and drinking, out by the campfire. Heaven.
Friday, we went on a hike to a water hole not too far away. After watching Ruthie make the leap, I gathered my courage and made the big jump down into the freezing water, which had so recently been snow. It was invigorating! T couldn't be outdone by the ladies, so he showed us all up with his perfect swan dive.
Friday night as a repeat of Thursday night, except there was a full moon out. There may or may not have been howling. Drinking, eating, laughing, lots of dick jokes and movie references, much hilarity, singing, blah blah blah.
Saturday, we were all looking a bit worse for the wear. The references and jokes were not so quick, and we were dragging a bit. And I was really looking forward to a shower. I had gone through about two thirds of a large bottle of lotion I bought in Cedar City. That morning, we went for another hike, into the canyon by our campsite. Did I mention it was hot and dry there? Nonetheless, we were sad to pack up camp.
Saturday evening we arrived at the Hell's Backbone Grill and Boulder Mountain Lodge, for showers, a hot tub and a delicious (albeit quite expensive) meal. That place was amazing. T and I hit the hay early, exhausted.
Sunday, we ate another gourmet meal at the lodge and said a sad farewell to Ed, Caroline and Edge. Neena, Don, Ruth, Eric, T and I took the scenic way across a rugged patch of land called "Hell's Backbone." T stripped down again, for another good photo op. Neena has posted a close up, but see if you can find him in my pictures in the sidebar. Where's Waldo?
We all had a final meal together again in Escalante, for more pizza and beer, before heading our separate ways. I was very sad to say goodbye to my new friends, but I have a funny feeling I will be seeing them again.
T and I made it to Austin, Nevada (a cute little town with bike trails, and a good half-way point between Utah and CA, hint hint . . .) for the night, but not before taking some more nekkid pictures on the 50. I have a funny sunburn and I hate that T has a better ass than I do. Bastard.
Yesderday (Monday) T and I drove all the way home, about 6 final hours, with only one small detour at a sand dune. We arrived home yesterday evening, tired, sunburned, achy, broke . . . but happy.