Going for a Roatrip (Part 3): Arizona, Las Vegas, and Roadkill, Oh My!

So, my brother and I started off on our (not so) exciting adventure. We started out at the middle of the night, or 8:00 PM. I'm not used to being in a car at night, so it might as well have been midnight.

The first few hours weren't interesting at all. I stared at blackness for hours and listened to the radio until we began to go over passes and the reception went. After that, I took an hour long nap and woke up at about 6 AM. I waited for hours until the sun finally came up at 7:30. We were in southern Idaho by then.

Basically, we drove for a day and a half until we came to Nevada. Nevada, and I'm not exaggerating by any means here, is mostly made up of dry dirt and sage bush. It was very lonely, and not cool Batman-lonely, but insane lonely, like Superman-lonely. You see a cow about every two hundred miles, and if you're really lucky you come across a town every four hours. Go pee when you see a convenience store, because your next best option for the next few hours will be behind a six inch tall bush. I'm not sure whether the pitch blackness or the state of Nevada was funner to look at.

We came to the Historic Nevada Hotel in a tiny god forsaken town. Bella said that Forks was small. Stefany Meier obviously never traveled through Nevada, or she wouldn't have stressed how tiny Forks was. Anyways, back to the hotel.

My brother abandoned me for this part. He went off and met up with some friends that he ran into. I have no clue how he met up with friends in the middle of nowhere. So, I'm sitting on a bed that I have never sat on before, in a place I've never been to before, thinking of bed bugs, totally alone besides the random thuds that I can hear in the walls and hallway that were being caused by zombies.

The next day, Sasquatchio (brother) took me to Las Vegas. It was hot down there in the Basin. And the people. There were so many people.

Heat and lots of people. Ew. I don't like that combination at all.

We stayed at a very fancy-schmancy hotel known as the Plazzo. We pretty much stayed there for two days. (Also, since I've used their Wi-fi, their ads pop up on my computer all the time.) We spent a lot of money on room service, and watched the movies Green Hornet, I Am Number Four (I made a voodoo bear by sticking a sewing needle through a gummy bear and then I named it after the beagle from the movie), and another one I don't remember.

Also while we were there I entered an online writing contest... and won! I'm getting two free books in the mail because of it.

After Sin City, we went to Arizona. We saw the Hoover Dam. It wasn't as big as Transformers made it out to be. It also didn't have the All-Spark buried inside it along with a tiny rogue robot.

Arizona was very pretty. The land formations were gorgeous and the dirt was red. The sky was blue, and there were joshua trees (they're actually cacti) that made up forests.

We saw the Grand Canyon. It was expensive and blocked off and not nearly as impressive as I thought it was going to be, but still beautiful.

After the Grand Canyon, we went to this little place called Marble Canyon. It was cute there. It was also pretty much the last of our adventures. We saw these weird rocks that erosion had pocked with holes and looked like they were going to fall over if the weren't perfectly balanced. There were some old Native American shelters built under them. I think it would have been absolutely insane to live under them.

Once that was over, we began to go back to where I live. On the road, we stopped and bought two books--City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare and Red Glove by Holly Black, both of which were great reads and I think everyone should read.

Eventually we came home, where I then procrastinated writing this post.

Going For a Roadtrip (Part Two): Friends and Family

So, I'm really sorry for not writing this sooner. I have no idea why, because as far as I know I only have two readers. Anyways, onwards I go to the post...

The dog only puked three times while we drove. We are making progress with him! He used to puke every five minutes when he was still a puppy.

We made good time. My mom and I drove up to our friends' house where we stayed. It was up north of Seattle. We said hi, unpacked, all that good stuff.

I really, really, really wanted to see my best friend that I hadn't seen in nearly year. I lost her phone number so we just popped in. I was going to act all chill, but when I saw her, I pounced out of the car. I don't really remember going over to the garden where she was standing, but I do remember feeling my feet smacking the ground and nearly toppling over. I hadn't seen her in so long, that I thought that maybe I was running to a complete stranger for a few moments until she began to respond in much the same way.

We went to dinner and met up with my brother, whom I call Sasquatchio because, well, he's built like sasquatch. He's 6'8" or so and has banana hands. Also, he's about as smart as a  monkey.

I ordered chicken strips, french fries, and pepsi (this is pretty much all I ate for the next two weeks), but I ate about two bites because I was too busy talking to everyone--Sasquatchio, Best Friend, Sasquatchio's girlfriend, everyone.

Eventually I talked my mom and Best Friend's dad into letting me spend the night at her house. We stayed up till 11, which is actually pretty early for me to go to bed, but for her it was really late. We planned on waking up at 2 AM so we could light up a lantern and walk around pretending we were in Hogwarts, but it didn't work out. Instead, we did that before we went to bed.

The next day I went and saw my dad. He took me to Seattle. We walked around and saw this cool mural. It looked like a bunch of multi-colored crystals of kryptonite on the side of this building. It stood out against the drab, chilly, gray sky that the Pacific Northwest is famous for. Right across the street from rainbow-kryptonite-mural was a low, flat building that had black spray paint across the windows. I'm pretty sure more than one rave took place there.

I had planned to see my friend (who we'll call Alien to avoid confusion) this day, but I was in Seattle for too long, so I didn't get to see Alien. Actually, life kept throwing in complications so I didn't get to see him at all.

After a few days of spending the night at Best Friend's house, she had school again so I spent the remainder of the week at my mom's friend's house. It was an old house that was next to a highway, so all night you heard traffic. I didn't really mind that. In fact, I liked the sound of the cars' tires speeding over the wet pavement. What really annoyed me was my mom's snoring.

My mom's friend had her birthday, so we gorged ourselves with about six types of cheesecake, two types of pizza, and cheesy bread. Oh, how I love cheesy bread...

That was pretty much my last night at her house. My mom stayed one more before she went back home (more on that in a minute). I didn't get to see the ocean, but it would have been pretty cold anyways. Besides, I'll go back in the summer and see the ocean (and Alien).

The day after that, Sasquatchio took me on another fieldtrip. He came over to the house we were staying in. He planned on going on an exciting adventure with me, and only me due to problems with his girlfriend who was sorta afraid of pretty much everything.

The Adventures of Sasquatchio and I will be another story to tell.....