cliff notes on the rest of the trip

well, i got lazy. so here is the rest of the trip as i remember it.
the next day we went to the roswell alien museum. it was disappointing.
we expected more aliens and less newspaper articles about aliens.
so we drove to albuquerque and showered and went out.
we went to red lobster.
i dont feel like typing it, but ask me about the kid in red lobster and
the blue puke.
then we went to see dark night again because we had nothing better to do.
so we went through most of our fun funds that night. worth it.

the next day, day 5?, we went to the grand canyon. we actually just camped
outside of the canyon at kaibab national state park. charlie had a tough time
because he wanted to rough it and didnt bring a sleeping bag. he ended up
wearing my winter coat and it was funny. oh yeah, and on the way we stopped
at the meteor crater! that was awesome. $15 well worth it. plus while we were there
a huge storm came through, just look at the pics.

day 6ish, we break camp and go set up camp inside the grand canyon park.
then we go on the most intense hike of our lives...sort of.
with only a water bottle we trekked down 3 miles into the canyon. it was about
9 miles to reach the river. going down was easy (thats what she said) but hiking back
up was pretty harsh with no food. we were incredibly tired afterward and had the
greatest pb and h sandwich ever. then we showered and went back to camp.

day 7 we went to the canyon again to take pics with the gnome and head to california!
on the way we experienced alot of weird gas station attendants. one such encounter
happened while still in new meheco. i just wanted a candy bar and i waited in line
behind one person for about 3-4 minutes while they talked in spanish. then the
girl in front of me just moves over and watches me while i hand the attendant
lady my whatchamacallit. she says it's a $1.09 mixed in with some mumbly spanish
and i say jeeeeeez. and give her a buck and a quarter. outraged at the price and her
weirdness i decide to wait for my 16 cents. she just stands there staring at the floor
for a good 25 seconds and me and char share looks of confusion.
i say "oh i dont need a receipt, ill just get my change." and she mumbles something in
spanglish that we didnt understand and continued to stare at the floor with an open
register, mind you. after another 20 seconds or so i say in a jerry seinfeldish
smartguy voice (we had been listening to him in the car) "you know what,
why dont you just keep the change." and we left the two ladies just standing there
like a couple of dazed aliens (pun intended).

we also stopped at the very worst excuse for a ghost town in the history of ghost towns.
i pictured dust roads and saloons. what we got was paved streets, 6 flags music, and crappy leather shops. no saloon! luckily, the lady at the gate didnt charge us the $12 to get in.
and the lady at the "ole mine" didnt charge us the $2 to get in. apparently we just looked
very friendly that day.