In transit

I've mentioned epic drives, right? I'm going to tell you something really cute about this particular epic drive: in total to get to Phoenix from San Antonio, it took us THREE DAYS, terrible food from Denny's, a trailer mishap, one night of me sitting alone at a casino bar drinking Jameson on the rocks... and a whole lotta complaining from more than just yours truly. 

See... initially, we had planned for a show in Albuquerque, but due to unfortunate circumstances it wasn't locked down. Bummer. BUT we had a non-refundable hotel booked already, so we were going anyway regardless of unfortunate circumstances! Yay! Who doesn't want to go to Albuquerque (which was only known as 'Alba-kwee-kway' or 'Albacraycray' by Rp & Kyle the whole time we were there)??? It appeared that we were to be saved by one key fact: this particular hotel had a WATER PARK IN IT. Oh, Cousin Carl was so excited. So excited that he forced us to leave even earlier from Roswell than we normally would have. All we hear the entire ride from him is dreams of swishing and swooshing down this magical slide. Finally, once we get within a mile of the hotel, he can't hold his excitement any longer! He calls to make sure they will be open when we get there... or if not, see how early he has to get up to use it. Unfortunate news alert: THE SLIDE WAS CLOSED & WOULD BE FOR DAYS!!! "NOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Carl as he ran to his room in tears. Only the Miami Heat could make him return when we promised to watch the game at the aforementioned casino.

Upon leaving Albuquerque for Phoenix, we needed to have our oil changed, so we unhitched the trailer. Clearly, the trailer should never be unhitched since when the guys went to reattach, it refused. Just said NOPE, not doing it. For over an hour, we called trailer places, maintenance places, and any guy with a tool box... all while Josiah kept saying "We just need a big hammer! A really big hammer, guys, COME ON!" We weren't so polite in ignoring him, so we decided to have a meeting of the minds on our next step. Finally upon incessant persisting about this "BIG HAMMER," Ron finally said... "OK, just do it and don't break anything." One problem... no big hammer... but there was a big rock. And what do you know... that little stinker was right. He smacked the hitch with a giant rock & it popped right into place. Maybe next time we'll be a little less apprehensive when Mr. Josiah Leming offers advice.

So, off we went... we drove through beautiful mountains... Zach ate a lollipop with a dead scorpion inside of it... we learned about the vast temperature difference between Flagstaff, AZ & Phoenix, AZ despite only being a few hours apart. The rest of the ride was pretty nice.

As we pulled into the parking lot of our hotel, we were tired, but glad to be there. The final twist of the trip came with no warning, but redeemed all of Carl's faith in humanity. Our hotel? HAD A WATER SLIDE.

the end. see you next time for Phoenix!

PS - I get a lot of questions about the tour, the guys, and what it was like to leave my job/life and become a vagrant (or fancy homeless as we like to call it). I'm compiling them now to answer in a post, so if you have any, feel free to email them (travelsizeme83@gmail.com) or comment below!