Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Vegas, Valley of Fire, First Day Flying Home



Thursday Feb 14, while drinking the night before we pretty much decided on driving to Mexico in the morning and down to a tourist town James knew about. This morning we still didn’t see any flaw with this idea so I started to unload stuff from the truck. We were not exactly sure what you can and can’t bring into Mexico so we looked a few things up. Basically the number one rule on going to Mexico is, never bring your own car. Attached to that rule is don’t bring anything you need to bring back. James had a project to do and needed his laptop. Not to mention all the other things in my car. We still didn’t believe the hype too much so James called a friend of his who lived in Mexico for most of his life. The first thing he told us to do is get a rental car. So our beach side Mexican vacation was shot down. I had some hiking spots picked out in southern Nevada. That lead to James saying he had a friend in Vegas that we could probably stay with. So Vegas it is. We had a bunch of running around before we left so we were on the road around 4. Along the way James mentioned he thought he had some kind of time share that we might be able to use. He called them up and sure enough everything would work out perfectly. Right when we got into Vegas we decided to take a drive down the strip. And of course, 2 blocks down the street some little chick in Daddy’s Audi can’t figure out how lights work and hits the side of my car. It wasn’t hard and I really didn’t care about a few paint smudges but I figured I would pull over and see what’s what. I was in front of her trying to get in the right lane to get off the main strip. That’s when she decided to go up a block and try to take a left at the light. We were both stopped at the red turning light and I leaned my head out the window to see is anything happened to my car. She messed up the paint a bit but I still wasn’t too concerned. I figured we would pull over, apologize, shake hands and go our own ways. As I was looking back at the side of the car she puts her head out and yells, you know this is all your fault, can’t you see the lines!! Now I’m pissed. Not only can the bitch not drive, but she arrogant about it. So now I start to follow her, James points out that I have to report this. If I don’t and she does its considered hit and run, and leaving the scene of a crime. So that’s what we did. I pulled off in a parking lot and we waited for the police to show up. I should mention I don’t care if a cop, even if there to help me, I HATE talking to them at all. So after tripping over my words for awhile he understood. James and I had to fill out a police report and all that good stuff, but thankfully it didn’t burn up to much time. We drove over to the Bluegreen Resort and checked into our room. I really couldn’t not believe the room we got. Full kitchen, laundry, living room with pull out couch, and king size bedroom. This was way better then my plan of getting drunk and sleeping in the car somewhere. So we sat around for a bit sipping on some cocktails and enjoying the place. It was getting late so he hit the streets. Neither of us wanted to spend more money so we just wondered around the streets for quite some time before heading back to the room.

                We got a slow start Friday and spent most of the day hanging out around the resort. Of course I had to hit up the hot tub, we also cooked up some food. Through this time share thing he actually has a ton of points he has to use up before November. So we are thinking about a trip to Aruba. We spent some serious time looking things up and it seems like it could happen. The hardest part is going to be asking the boss for another week off lol. Again we spent the afternoon sippin and walking around town. You are pretty much guaranteed to have a good time. There are so many people walking around and just about everyone is happy to be there.

                We checked out in the morning and started the drive to valley of fire state park. It’s about an hour east of Vegas. I didn’t know anything about this place; it was actually recommended to me by a man I met in the bottom of the Grand Canyon the first year I was down there. He just so happens to live in Milwaukee and is friends with one of my uncles. The park is in an area called the Muddy Mountains. They are shorter mountains with very bland colors, green, brown, and grey. As your driving through it’s hard to imagine something spectacular in this landscape. But sure enough plants earth strikes again. All of a sudden there’s huge fire red, wind worn formations everywhere, they are pretty hard to describe. James has a nicer camera then me so I was glad he loves taking pictures. I figured I would just steal them from him later. As you drive through the rocks are different colors. You have a section called white domes, there the red and white blend in different spots forming anything from purple to yellow. It’s a really really cool place. We did a drive through of the park and got some great pictures. On the way in I found out my little brother Elliot made it to state for wrestling. The big tournament starts on the 21st. but I didn’t think there was any way I could make it. We wanted to see Lake Meed before dark so we quickly drove over to get a look at it. The lake wasn’t too impressive, and we killed the rest of the day light. There was a sweet truck stop next to the highway where we grabbed some food and killed some time. It was pretty funny to see that the truck stop sold tons of fireworks. They also had a huge lot, so people would buy fireworks and just walk outside and light it up. We sat in the car and watched a movie, its embarrassing to say but we watched Wreck it Ralph. After that we crashed out in the parking lot, with fireworks going off most of the night.

                Sunday we were up really early. We wanted to set up a good place to get some sun rise pictures. So we drove back into the park and hiked up to a cool over look. In the morning Its only about 40 degrees by noon it was over 70. After we watched the sun come up for awhile we drove over to another area of the park. It is called 7 sisters. There are 7 rock formations that just stand alone. They turned this into a picnic area with grills and tables. We cooked up some breakfast here and made a game plan for the day. Next we drove up to the visitor center and asked about some hiking. The best one seemed to be a 5.5 one way trail, so 11 total. You park at a spot in the muddy mountains and hike up and into a valley behind all the formations. You pretty much follow a wash out parallel to the road but behind all the formations you see from the road. If that makes sense? It was a pretty easy hike but the rocks were fun to climb so we stopped to do that once in awhile. After the hike we drove back Vegas. With James’s time share deal he can walk in and use the facilities at any of their resorts. After a soak in the tub and a hot shower we cooked up some couscous in the parking lot. Lots of weird looks and one guy said he’s been working here for 22 years and has never seen tailgating here. James has been to Vegas 50+ times and has never gone to Fremont st. While we were here I’ve heard of it twice but never really knew what it was. So we drove over, it has the biggest TV screen in the world. It’s the width of 4 lanes and stretches a little over 2 blocks. The street is actually closed off and there are tons of venders with everything to sell. There were a few cool things to see. The spray paint artist is amazing. In a matter of 5-10 minutes he makes these beautiful paints with scenes of the Vegas strip. Then there was a guy who would carve your face into clay. You would end up with a mini head of yourself. But by far the craziest thing I saw in along long time was as follows. There was a DJ at one end dancing and playing music. There was a crowd of people in front of the stage. And they were a group of the weirdest people I’ve ever seen. I’m still very confused by what I saw. I saw them all drinking so I figured they were drunk, but then I think they were all on drugs, but then I think some were actually retarded, but then I think there was a homeless convention. James and I stood there for quite some time trying to solve this conundrum. Still don’t really know what was going on, that could just be what you get in Vegas. The other strange part to this was that it was 7:30 pm. The only thing that could make sense to me was that they were still up from the night before? After that sight were walked around the street a few more times, listening to the music and watching the street performers. Then we had a decision to make. Either we start drinking and stay the night or call it a trip and start the drive home. We were both warn out from the weekend of drinking, hiking, and no sleep. So, back to Ventura. We finally made it around 2 am and crashed.

                Monday, when I finally woke up, we rearranged everything in the car. This really took some time. The bottle of booze in the cooler leaked a bit and everything was sticky and smelt pretty bad. Next we watched some TV shows for awhile. I looked into driving to Elliot’s tournament and back, which came out to over $1000 in gas alone. So I’ve been looking into flights and I finally found a decently priced one and booked it. This whole time I’ve been telling my parents that there’s no way I was going to make it up there, so it should make for a pretty good surprise. When I get back I will be driving to Phoenix to see my friend Mike. And the cheapest tickets I could find were from Vegas to Chicago. Which should work out just fine. Tiffany came home after work and they both had a lot of homework to finish up so I just looked things up for awhile. When Tiffany finished her and I headed to cold stone to pick up some ice cream. I’ve never been there and I was pretty much over whelmed by the choices. How is someone supposed to choose from like 100 different things to add? I ended up with a peanut butter cup type thing, and it was delicious.

                James had to get up around 430 in the morning. And tiffany got off of work at 7 in the morning. Her and I went to grab some breakfast at a place around the corner called Allison’s place. We showed up and there were 3 squad cars in the parking lot. That’s how you know the food is good. It’s your typical greasy spoon with great food. They give you these 2 huge fluffy biscuits that could be a meal all in its own. After breakfast I said good bye to Tiff and started the drive back to Vegas. That night I just got ready for my flight in the morning and watched some movies.

                Wednesday morning I ate a quick breakfast and drove over to the parking lot and packed up. I took the shuttle to ticketing area. Walked up to the counter, and found out I’m fucked. For some reason my flight was booked for March 6th-16th. I checked my email confirmation and sure enough I seriously messed something up. I still don’t understand how. I typed in the 21-28 and scrolled down a bit and clicked one. After paying a painful rebooking fee I got a flight leaving at 8 pm to LA then to Chicago at 1159pm. So if anyone is paying attention I came from the Grand Canyon, to LA, to Vegas, to LA, to Vegas, just to fly BACK TO LA!!!! But on the bright side everything was still going to work out fine. NOPE!!! As im getting back in my car the zipper on my pants break. How does that happen? Something comes by and stabs you, and then something else has to come by and twist the knife. I didn’t feel safe doing anything so I watched movies for the day. I made the flight to LA and things started to go smoothly. I had a 3 hour layover so I was able to get some typing done. The seats on the flight to Chicago didn’t recline at all, so sleep really wasn’t going to happen.

                Thursday Adam was able to pick me up on his way to work around 7 am. It was great to see him but I was not happy about the weather. Simply it sucked, cold, cloudy, and windy. Adam headed right to work and I took his car in to the dealer for a tune up. The dealership had free internet so it gave me time to take care of a few things and do some typing. Adam only worked half a day so I drove back over by him at noon. Then we started the drive to Madison. We spent the time catching up and planning out the weekend. When we arrived Adam was going to meet mom at the door to the stadium. He walked up and told her that he found a bum at the air port. My mom was pretty shocked to see me and we all headed inside. My dad was surprised but he later said he had a feeling I was going to show up. Elliot saw me sitting by everyone and came over to say hi. It was great to see everyone and I was glad I made the trip. We watched Elliot’s first match and he did really well. He won!!



 valley of fire

 the muddy mts. are on the far right

 indian pictographs
 a cool wave formation
 7 sisters

 james lining up a shot
 theres tons of wind blown pock marks

 lots of different colors

 Fremont st.
 Elliots first match