Once Upon A Time in America

Once upon a time in America...two fools headed out on a road trip imagining they were going to explore the West. And explore they did! And fools they were...Exit? Why do we need an exit? Look at how pretty this canyon is!!! It's like the Grand Canyon in miniature! Isn't it amazing? Let's stop and walk around! And look! Another Scenic Overlook! And Another! We should pull over. So we did. And we stopped for the Welcome to Utah Sign. And we walked back for the Leaving Colorful Colorado sign. (yes Ma, we walked on the highway. Let me save you the trouble. That's so dangerous! I know. We are living dangerously Baby! I was very safe with him. Mom. Don't worry so much.) Also, we started a trend. Three other cars stopped after we did! And it was so pickin' fun and we laughed so hard and we were havin' such a fools good time we...missed the exit. Utah doesn't like to tell you about their roads very much. They like to keep you guessing. So 30 miles later we just figured we better turn around because we MUST have missed it. I wasn't worried at ALL.

List of cool things we saw on the the way:
1. Road sign telling us the exit for No Name was coming up. Poor No Name. Someone give it a name.
2. Sign that said Caution: Eagles on Highway ~ really? I want to see one. That's kind of awesome. And what are they doing there?
3. Back end of a truck. Not the front end. Just the back end. Nowhere near any town at all. Just sittin' there.
4. Guy peeing on the side of the road. Montana refused to write that one down.
5. Random grave. I know, kind of sad, but not like a cross. I mean the ENTIRE grave. Very strange.
6. Awesome cemetery. Couldn't pull over and Montana would have been freaked but it was also in the middle of nowhere and I really wanted to check it out. Shaughnessy would have stopped with me.

Weather report for the day: Noon in Frisco, CO 47*. 5:30pm in Nowhereville, Utah (Sister town to No Name, CO) 107* folks. That's right. 107*. You heard me. That there is a triple digit that will certainly get your attention. Oh, did I mention the driving rain and hail in Frisco? Ha. That was a good time. Then the rental car (totally cute by the way), flashed a large exclamation point at me (which was so not friendly), and I was forced to pull over and get out in the driving rain in my cute shorts and t-shirt. Now let's recap. 47*. It was cold. But it was certainly an adventure and damn fun. And I did what my dad would do. I turned up the radio and the exclamation point went away. Thanks Daddy. Works like a charm.

Montana's phone rang. Random. I said, "who could be calling you?" He said, "must be Daddy". I said, "why would he call your phone? why wouldn't he call my phone?" Didn't even miss a beat. "Because I'm awesome", was his response. I loved it. It wasn't Dad.

The rental car is a cute little Pontiac G5 which I thought really liked me till it gave me the finger.
We did not bring Skosh. Not sure he would have fit. It's a small car.

Tomorrow we head to Yuba City, California. I'm not thinkin' we'll be stoppin' to explore the beauty nearly as much. Just a thought. It is Nevada.

I attempted to upload photos tonight. The internet here heard that the internet at home hates me and jumped on the bandwagon. So maybe tomorrow night at Miss Monica Sue's house.

Our tale continues...