Okay, so Denver was my favorite city so far, but I left bitter about 1 thing. There's a bar that has different names assigned to each day of the calendar. For example, Monday the 1st is for Ryan and Samantha. If it is your names day, you drink for free. So while Allison and Katherine made the calendar, Jessica did not. No big deal...unless other(nonexistent)names such as Hangus, Beanne, and Kinnick make the list. Let's just put a few consonants in front of a real name and call it a day so people with normal names can't drink limitless amounts. I'm surprised Zabigail didn't make the cut.
We're still uncertain of whether we crushed Denver or it crushed us, but after a night out consisting of 0 sleep and our 1st lost of the trip( RIP KK's ATM card), we were less than excited to start our trek to Utah. We've driven through numerous states where the scenery consists of hour long spans of cornfields and cows and the speed limit is 75, so driving on I70 up and through the Rocky Mountains was just what we needed to revive us from our driving blues(and keep us awake). It's a good thing we chose our most hungover and restless day though, to drive 1 of the top 10 most dangerous highways to drive through in the winter. It was tense enough in good weather. It consisted of winding turns over high drop offs and gradients so steep that there are runaway truck ramps aka if big trucks can't stop down a decline, there's a quick pull off with an inclined ramp made of sand so they can come to a halting stop. Bizarre.
After a few hours and driving changes every hour due to frequent head bobs, we arrived at Arches National Park. Upon asking Katy a perfect 1 sentence to describe Arches, she replied, "Giant rock formations with different erosional features." What a scientist. I would have said a vast sea of giant, phallic shaped rocks. We made the executive decision to drive through some of the 18 mile span and avoid long hikes, as we felt particularly unstable upon standing, and kept losing feeling in our extremities. We were willing to take a slight hike to see the Delicate Arches, the arch on the Utah license plate. I was ready to give up after getting stuck behind a gaggle of Asian tourists using jewel encrusted umbrellas as a shade, but alas, we needed our picture. After climbing too many steep, dusty, rock stairs in 102 degree weather and in only flip flops, we seriously contemplated burrito'ing it down the path.
We were pretty much delerious for the rest of our drive to EV's. Not wanting to lose time (or $) stopping for food, Allie suggested eating a sheep from one of the fields, I suggested a horse, and Katy suggested eating me. Katy was unable to finish her dinner due to a tense drive through a hilly one-laned highway canyon. Just after Allie said our drive was too much for the day, we saw a long, blue shooting star, and knew it was worth it. We finally made it to EV's around 1 am, and it's a good thing because I had just braked so hard because I saw an imaginary train. No more sleepless nights.
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