The waffle incident and a few pictures from the last leg of the trip.
Boy, did I ever crap the bed on finishing this road diary webdiary. It’s been like six months since we went to the desert and there’s snow all over the place and I decided I’ve earned these three beers over the past hour so what better time to write about hot hot heat?
Update: out of beer.
The problem with being out of beer right now is that I don’t really have any mix, and my other option is switching to scotch. But scotch is 1) delicious and b) expensive so I don’t really want to get into it. But I may have to.
The second of our three major destinations was the town of Sedona, Arizona which is renowned for having been founded with a bunch of pretty rock formations in the immediate vicinity among which folks have built myriad hiking and biking trails. This is actually a really good draw. So first we had to drive from Death Valley through the south end of Lost Vegas and right past the Hoover Dam.
There’s a lot of people wandering around aimlessly staring at their phones at the Hoover Dam and a lot of getting hit by selfie sticks and also jaywalking. The water level seemed really low but not because of global warming and I couldn’t remember if there was a fight scene from a movie where they used the near-vertical face of the dam as a horizontal surface on ropes? I never bothered looking it up either.
We questioned whether or not it was a God dam as well.
So then onto Sedona! Except we went to this steakhouse and drank a beer and camped at this place called Wild Cow Campground and on the drive up there (in the mountains) we saw a COYOTE and then we saw a real-life BOBCAT and it was really neat. We got there at night but eventually it was morning. Madman saw a female elk (WILD COW) on his way to take a poop then after he told me about it and I went and looked at it too. I only took video of her but here’s what the walk back down the hill looked like:
So then we drove along a bunch of road and ended up at Sedona, Azirona. We ended up settling down at a campsite on BLM land. Here’s a pro tip/lifehack for camping in the USAmericas: the Burro of Land Mandagement (BLM) has what we call Crown Land and you can camp on it for free. Woo! Our campsite was shitty:
Furthermore, at night there was a lot of stars and then a lot of yipping coyotes which really put the cherry on top of the des(s)ert experience (see what I did there?). We left the tent set up to guard our spot and headed to hike across the DEVILS BRIDGE which is a natural arch. After our experience in Moab, Utah a couple of year ago we’re kinda over arches? But we went anyways because it was actually a nice hike.
So then it was time for get ready for bed! And have campfire! and get bike rental secured for tomorrow! And pretend your man-part is an axe-handle! We ate so much of hotdogs prepared in JETBOIL bramd cookware. Oh what a night it was. Oh and also there was a spider that came out of the fire rocks and was big enough to put the fear of God into both of us.
So next day: BIKE RIDEING.
I’m throwing together a whole video of biking. I’ll EMBEDDEN it here when I get finished with it. But here’s some pictures of BIKEING in Sedona:
EDIT: I’ve finished the video so embed:
So then I was tired. While I biked Madman did some other stuff? Climbed Mt. Airport and took the picture from the top of this page, saw some ancient Indian burial grounds (for I guess the early settlers from India? I know, weird).
Then because I was tired and probably grouchy and whiny we went back to Kingman and stayed in a hotel and had a shower. It was good stuff.
Madman and myself recently returned from a road trip through the American southwest, covering parts of Nevada, California and Arizona. Technically speaking the trip started and ended in Las Vegas but technically speaking we didn’t enter a Casino or gamble any life savings away so Las Vegas was purely an entry/exit point. Our trips are usually described by an acronym because we are very efficient, so SPAZNEV refers to our Standard Procedure in AriZona and NEVada (California was verging on being an afterthought).
Ignore the fact that I look like I’m about to die of tired if you zoom in close. The point here is that your selfie stick is stupid and using a tripod and a timer will gain you a lot more respect in my book. So do whatever because it shouldn’t matter how much I respect you.
tl;dr: drove to Québec, rode bikes, hiked, camped, came home. With pictures!
Beginning of August, 2016: My co-worker Michael and I loaded into my Jetta and drive ourselves across the Québec border to the land of syrup and language laws to find some mountain biking and to attend the UCI Mountain Bike World Cup Downhill stop in Mont-Sainte-Anne.
The drive went pretty smoothly. Michael almost ran into some problems at a Couche-Tard trying to get us some lemonades and timbits, but he ended up with lemon slushies which was a pretty good lost-in-translation moment. Our final destination was Vallée Bras-du-Nord near the town of Saint-Raymond, a coop specializing in outdoor recreation. We arrived in the late afternoon after spending the night in my gracious little sister’s backyard the previous night. Our campsite setup was straightforward and ultimately resulted in my being able to sleep in a hammock for the duration of our stay, something I’d highly recommend to anyone.