So I haven’t updated this for a few days, and I have been putting it off daily because it seems there is way too much to talk about, and I have not really been sure how to summarize it all. I am convinced this is a problem I should always strive to have.
The first highlight since my last foray onto this travel blog was our journey all the way south to San Diego, which was bittersweet as it meant we had pretty much finished up the west coast part of our trip. We got in late so the first night was pretty calm, but the second day started off visiting a decommissioned aircraft carrier in the docks. For 2 guys who grew up idolizing things like fighter jets, aircraft carriers, and all things military..especially in the tiny plastic form…this was an awesome part of the trip. You really have to see one of them and walk up on the deck to understand how huge they are….then go under into all the rooms below to re-inforce the point. It was pretty cool to go in and imagine working on one of those for months at a time, and some of the written first hand experiences gave a pretty good glimmer of how interesting a life it would have been. Personally I would have gone for the pilot gig, Dave I think would have taken the captain’s post….because the captain had 2 separate beds and a private chef and tv room. Very ritzy.
The rest of that day was spent wandering San Diego and meeting some of the finest people at our hostel. We roomed with a well traveled guy named Cam fresh off his tour of Coachella and later grabbed another Aussie guy named Tom before we went out. Well, I am skipping over a fairly large chunk of time spent having some beverages in the common room. Dave was incredibly stoked that no one minded him putting the hockey game on the TV while we all traded stories before heading out. The night was pretty awesome, those of you who know me know that I do not as a rule dance until my feet are sufficiently warmed up….aka….until I forget (due to a few drinks) the fact that I should not be allowed on a dance floor. As I remember it, the large majority of the night was me teaching many a California girl how ridiculously good Canadian prairie boys are at 2-stepping and all other forms of dancing….what more likely happened was I demonstrated some rendition of the tasmanian devil meets a 1 year old learning to walk…one of the two…. To end off, some very gracious quasi-locals took me and Dave out to Denny’s for some 4 am post partying breakfast…I guess some local customs are truly international, as long as a Denny’s is in the area.
With heavy hearts, and moreso in Dave’s than in my case…some heavy headaches as well…(I think the true cure for a hangover is absolutely loving waking up in the morning, I haven’t felt hardly anything the whole trip)…..we left San Diego, but it has to be one of my favorite places now. I have to go back to see some more of it sometime in the future.
Next up is Vegas, we spent the morning just wandering around, had a couple local drinks (Guinness in my case) and watched a bit of a few hockey games at some sports bar..then wandered around some more. Pretty much everyone I know aside from myself has already been to Vegas, in most cases more than once, so I won’t talk at all about the scenery aside from it is as advertised. It’s huge, surreal, and filled with an incredibly diverse set of people. One of the best things we have done on the trip so far was checking into a hostel just at the end of the strip near the stratosphere. From the moment we wandered down to the common area in the parking lot next to the pool we were greeted warmly and from then on it was just hanging with people from all over…Brazil, Japan, Switzerland, Poland, Germany, France, Ireland, etc. etc……it was a United Nations of travelers. Of course I was in new person heaven and had an unreal time. Dave finally had an opportunity to prove his “beer pong legend” t-shirt was more than just wordplay and he helped get a game going sometime in the afternoon….or night….or whenever….Remember when I said I thought I was doing an amazing job with the 2 step in San Diego? I have no such qualms about my beer pong skills. I was horrible, I gave up after eventually switching off Daves team to go with the then undefeated French girl…I showed her the proper way to lose……..Dave did not lose another game after he ditched the dead weight. That whole time at the hostel was one of my fondest memories of the trip so far, and I even had a souvenir this morning when I randomly found an 8 minute voice memo on my cell phone from that night. One of those times the right button is pressed at just the right time, and yeah, it re-inforced how great a time I had; just as much as it re-inforced to me how ridiculous some of things I say out loud are haha. Anyways at the end of the night me and Dave split up, I took a hummer limo with a bunch of the guys to hit up a very stellar party; and Dave went over to teach Vegas a thing or two about blackjack. At last count he won $300, but like any good story the fish will be much bigger by the time we get back to all you fine folks in Canada.
Again with a heavy heart and maybe a little bit of a wave we left Vegas, it was as advertised: an unreal party town. I don’t see how anyone could not walk away from there with out at least some sort of ridiculous smile on their face.
We slept in Flagstaff the night after and then made our way early to the Grand Canyon. I could go on about the wonder and beauty of that place…you all know I could….but I’ll let Dave write about it later tonight when get to where we’re sleeping tonight, in the one and only…….Beaver, Utah. Some of you will run with that comment, don’t stray too far. I should maybe ask Dave if he wants me to drive now….