Desdichado
Hero
The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 Trip Journal Entry #13: July 14th
We continued to trudge through our vacation; this time with another long driving day. For whatever reason (probably the fact that I guzzled two bit 20 oz. RockStar energy drinks) I got over the fact that I hadn' slept well the night before and did OK during the day. From Lubbock, we cut northwest to Farmington, New Mexico, which is not a direction I had ever gone before. New Mexico seems like a fine enough state, but by the time we're leaving it and crossing over into southern Colorado, I'm ususally quite sick of it.
Not only that, the "scenery" around Shiprock leaves something to be desired. I always used to laugh that US-666 ran right through there (and we usually spent several hours on it at this point as well.) For whatever reason, they've recently changed the number of that highway. I always thought the old number was quite appropriate. On the highway formerly known as 666 we came across some pretty nasty thunderstorms that continued to follow us at least as far as Green River Utah, by which point the scenery had dramatically improved.
There's a big set of mountains, as it turns out, right there by Green River that I haven't been able to figure out what the name is. My atlas didn't have them labelled, although a few of the individual peaks were named. My mom thought maybe they were the Blue Mountains? We stopped for gas there, anyway, watching the storm clouds finally start to pass us by, and I picked up another big energy drink. We also went to a Taco Bell and, get this, they had run out of ground beef. I've never heard of a Taco Bell running out of ground beef before, since it's the main ingredient of most of their menu. Anyway, they were subbing chicken for beef because it was going to take about 20 more minutes before their beef was ready. Alexander didn't do well with the chicken at all, and they ended up coming and giving him a beef taco for free to replace it later. Not that that was any better. The kids (and not just the kids) were pretty fed up with the whole traveling thing by then; they'd seen pretty much all the DVD's we'd brought several times and they were pretty sick of just sitting in the car. It helped a little bit that the older kids were riding with Grandma and Grandpa in the Grand Marquis, but in some ways that only made it worse for us with the younger kids and nobody but ourselves to help entertain them.
I had about had it as well, the caffeine started really wearing off on the next leg of the drive and the migraine from not enough sleep and staring out the windshield all day (again) was starting to set in. Luckily, at least, the scenery in this part of the Utah drive is really spectacular. We actually drove through a small corner of Arches National Park (not that we saw a whole lot from the road, but we did a little) but it was dark before we came all the way in. In fact, I think it's almost always dark when we hit Provo canyon, so I only got to admire being surrounded by mountains for about half an hour or so before it got too dark to see.
We ended up at a LaQuinta in Orem just off the Interstate. For some reason my mom thought we should all stay in the Provo area for the next few days as we geared up towards my brother's wedding. We said sure, Julie got online and got us great deals on hotels, and off we went. The problem is, it turns out we actually spent most of our time 45 minutes or so north in the SLC area. Not quite sure what we were thinking with the staying in Provo area, except that at least we knew the area fairly well. I was actually born in Provo, not that that helps (I also moved when I was one) but we'd been up to visit a fair amount, and Julie (who also only lived in Provo as an infant) for some reason really knows her way around town.
We continued to trudge through our vacation; this time with another long driving day. For whatever reason (probably the fact that I guzzled two bit 20 oz. RockStar energy drinks) I got over the fact that I hadn' slept well the night before and did OK during the day. From Lubbock, we cut northwest to Farmington, New Mexico, which is not a direction I had ever gone before. New Mexico seems like a fine enough state, but by the time we're leaving it and crossing over into southern Colorado, I'm ususally quite sick of it.
Not only that, the "scenery" around Shiprock leaves something to be desired. I always used to laugh that US-666 ran right through there (and we usually spent several hours on it at this point as well.) For whatever reason, they've recently changed the number of that highway. I always thought the old number was quite appropriate. On the highway formerly known as 666 we came across some pretty nasty thunderstorms that continued to follow us at least as far as Green River Utah, by which point the scenery had dramatically improved.
There's a big set of mountains, as it turns out, right there by Green River that I haven't been able to figure out what the name is. My atlas didn't have them labelled, although a few of the individual peaks were named. My mom thought maybe they were the Blue Mountains? We stopped for gas there, anyway, watching the storm clouds finally start to pass us by, and I picked up another big energy drink. We also went to a Taco Bell and, get this, they had run out of ground beef. I've never heard of a Taco Bell running out of ground beef before, since it's the main ingredient of most of their menu. Anyway, they were subbing chicken for beef because it was going to take about 20 more minutes before their beef was ready. Alexander didn't do well with the chicken at all, and they ended up coming and giving him a beef taco for free to replace it later. Not that that was any better. The kids (and not just the kids) were pretty fed up with the whole traveling thing by then; they'd seen pretty much all the DVD's we'd brought several times and they were pretty sick of just sitting in the car. It helped a little bit that the older kids were riding with Grandma and Grandpa in the Grand Marquis, but in some ways that only made it worse for us with the younger kids and nobody but ourselves to help entertain them.
I had about had it as well, the caffeine started really wearing off on the next leg of the drive and the migraine from not enough sleep and staring out the windshield all day (again) was starting to set in. Luckily, at least, the scenery in this part of the Utah drive is really spectacular. We actually drove through a small corner of Arches National Park (not that we saw a whole lot from the road, but we did a little) but it was dark before we came all the way in. In fact, I think it's almost always dark when we hit Provo canyon, so I only got to admire being surrounded by mountains for about half an hour or so before it got too dark to see.
We ended up at a LaQuinta in Orem just off the Interstate. For some reason my mom thought we should all stay in the Provo area for the next few days as we geared up towards my brother's wedding. We said sure, Julie got online and got us great deals on hotels, and off we went. The problem is, it turns out we actually spent most of our time 45 minutes or so north in the SLC area. Not quite sure what we were thinking with the staying in Provo area, except that at least we knew the area fairly well. I was actually born in Provo, not that that helps (I also moved when I was one) but we'd been up to visit a fair amount, and Julie (who also only lived in Provo as an infant) for some reason really knows her way around town.