Day 10, Entering Bryce Canyon National Park

With the girth of the wild ride behind us, we were winding down through the mountains and into the grand stair casing of canyon land. We enjoyed the relief of the warm red rock, crystal clear skies with their little white puffy clouds cheerily drifting past, and promise of a happy ending to the rain. 

As we approached this gorgeous lookout point "inspiration point", we noticed the soft notes of a piano chorus in the distance. As we drew closer to the breathtaking vista, there on a single file cliff finger, a man madly moving his fingers across the keys of, yes, a piano.... on a cliff. It appeared they were filming some sort of music video. So of course we didn't object to letting the smooth sounds of this pianist enlighten the perspective of the sunset in front of us.

The piano close-up.

And for those of you who are as dumbfounded as we were at this very moment in real life, please take a moment to further your confusion in a good way, by viewing the actual, music video... that we were witnessing first hand.

boom.

Inside the tent in layers of fleece and fur!

Day 11, A good morning it was, off to Zion!

Another glorious morning! In fact, after packing up the poops we strolled into the general store and purchased 2 showers! We were on our way to Zion! And after Zion off to Vegas smelling like lovely fresh newlyweds! 

Shoe tree. Throw a pair on the tree and get good luck. Bens theory "theres a few really good pairs of shoes in there..." "No Ben, you are not taking them."

VIVA LAS VEGAS!!

We are not Vegas people. Spending way too much on drinks and then spending even more after good conscious decision making has left the building, and then spending even more on..... on.... um.... nothing! Isnt our cup of jo. But we did happen to let the hot desert air sink into our bones down at lake Mead as the sun lowered and the mountains grew purple. We sat in the water while our wild dogs ran accross the desert rock. It felt like we were in a different place at a different time and like stevie nicks would be singin somewhere in the distance as we sipped on an I Do Brew and contemplated the freedom we had. Check and check.

And this.... was our "campground." Never had we needed a campsite more desperately than this evening when the Vegas lights were gleaming so close, and all around there were people people people. People eating. People yelling. People burping, and slurping, and taking photos of their annoying kids. Sorry, at some point in the evening when things usually wind down, i need solitude or i get grumpy.

And then.... we were greeted back at camp by an extra large blob of a person parked within breathing distance of our spot laughing and popping open a can a bud. I sensed from the very moment the echoing burp left the blobs gaping jowls that we were wayyyyy to close for comfort. And even though Ben for some reason didn't pick up on this as much, I forced a move. After settling for the next site down,  we were approached with a request for matches. The blob apparently forgot a source of fire on his "camping outing". Ben pleasantly obliged with a complimentary book of matches. To which the blobs wife offered a JagerBomb as a token of their gratitude And then we endured the rock concert that came blasting from the blobs F750, and laughed our way into dreams of the next day as babies cried and Jane's Addiction serenaded us to sleep.

Day 12, An Epic End

And so the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. After flying through Vegas like a few bats out of hell, we were once again vagabonding into the sun on the hot, arid desert roads of Nevada. 

Our campsite..................... gross! right?

woohoo vagas! woohoo later vegas!

We were on a missin-home-mission. Being only hours away, the trip was over in our minds. As sad as that sounds we had arrived at the place between wanting more and wanting a fresh set of sheets and heavenly squishy pillow. The decision was made. We stopped at a little place outside of Mammoth to devour really cheap and unhealthy burgers and fries, and they were awesome. And even though we saw some sweet sites on our way home, the minute we crossed into California and took in the east Tahoe sites, we were filled with joy and awe at the splendor of our own backyard. That night we poured out of the truck and into our new home like little kids. We curled up as a little family and watched TV! for 

the first time in 2 weeks! and it sucked, so we went to bed!

Best trip ever. Best memories. Best one on one time with my Best friends. Best and most amazing views of my life. I will never forget these cherished days spent with my husband at the time of just days. I love you Ben!