The Epic Journey

Yo people, sorry for the late post. I'm just not a good blogger. I guess we all have to come to terms with our shortcomings sooner or later.

Anyway, about a week ago Skyler and I set out for the mountains. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. But the only thing that worried me was the ether. There is nothing more irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge...* So I kept Skyler away from the ether.

The first night we drove to Rocky Mountain National Park only to discover it was absolutely crawling with white people. They were everywhere. We drove south to around Granby and stayed at a campground in Arapaho National Recreation Area. We somehow got a fire started. I'm not sure how, because it was dark when we got there and we were unsuccessful the next two days, but we got a fire started and roasted hot dogs. Oh yeah.

Next day we drove to Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, stopping along the way to kick it around Leadville and eat lunch by the Arkansas River (I think). When we got to the Black Canyon, our minds were totally blown. It's the most epic thing I've ever seen. If y'all haven't been there, you need to go. Fo sho. I'm not nearly good enough with words to describe how awesome it is, so I'm not going to even try. But if ya haven't been, get up there.

The next day we drove down to the Sand Dunes and played around all day, at dinner in Alamosa, and drove all the way back to Black Canyon that night. Lots of driving, but a ton of fun. Sunday morning we drove along the south rim of the canyon and looked at all the overlooks. It was awesome. After that we got on I-70 and I drove with thousands of insane people for about 100 miles, when I couldn't take it anymore and we got off onto a scenic byway between Minturn and Leadville. We found a campground about half an hour later in White River National Forest, and stayed there. It was fun because we actually got a good fire built, instead of soaking a couple of logs in lighter fluid and pouring more on when they went out. This time we started with little sticks and worked our way up to logs. Hoorah.

Anyway, Skyler and I survived our trip, and now I've got three weeks left in Colorado.

*This is a quote from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson. Chill.