The last 3 days has been getting up in the morning, grabbing some food , slinging down some precious precious coffee and getting back into the car. We've been driving and driving and driving since leaving Austin and are now in Utah. We've sidled in and out of the Navajo nation and experienced the most amazing surroundings I think either of us have ever been in.
At one point on our way we decided to stretch our legs a little. We were incredibly far into nowhere and just before this our GPS system had simply given up on us. The screen went blank and Darth Vader insisted that we should turn right, even though we were on what seemed at this point to be the only road in the world, which went straight ahead. As we stretched our by this time bloodless and twisted legs we admired a huge red rock. Ivan went and did some weird tracking-voodoo-foo fidling with the red sand, now in lack of a proper guidance system.
We blundered around under beneath the cliffside for a while and Ivan broke a red rock in his hands and said " look how fragile this stuff is Mia". I looked up at the cliff towering above us and said "maybe we should move away."
We then both remembered a sign we had just past saying "Falling rocks - dont stop for any reason". We got back into the car and took off.
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Why am I not at all surprised you just had to stop exactly there?
Dad
hehehe... I give you the entire fault for our reckless nature!
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