Well, there's not too much to report on lately.
I went for a good long drive today before work with my friend who we'll just call Freddy, because he wishes to have his identity remain a secret (like my blog is a source of slander..psh), and we were admiring all the pot-holes around town. Well, on one hand, I could complain about how you either have to drive through all of them and basically ruin your car or weave around them...or I could present an alternative case. I got to thinking about it, and actually, it's probably in the county's best interest to just leave all the roads in such a bad state. For one, they wouldn't have to spend any money on fixing them obviously. For two, there is the potential to boost our local economy.
Now, how could that be possible?
Well, the way I see it, if everyone has to drive through all of the pot holes, it's pretty inevitable that at least a few of us are going to throw off our alignment. Big O charges about $60 an axle for an alignment, so they have a huge potential to make some money...
Our local EMS might also get in on this. If you're anything like me, you like to drive around the pot-holes. Well, just as it's pretty inevitable that people will mess up their alignment, some will probably have fatal, or near fatal accidents while manically swerving around the nasty pits. EMS will come, take the victims away for treatment and make some money on the deal. How neat. Oh, and chances are pretty good that the fire department will get called in too.
Anyway. That's enough sarcastic ranting.
So.
Here is a video that I love.
Now that you're done with that....
It's time for more Grand Canyon adventures.
The Grand Canyon Adventure, Chapter 4
Picking up at our arrival at the creek...we promptly set up camp and made dinner. Dinner in the Grand Canyon every night consisted of Ramen noodles, Parmesan cheese, and either prepackaged tuna or chicken all mixed together into one tasty concoction. That may sound pretty gross, but it was dang tasty at the time. After dinner in the dark, we went to bed.
Well, we neglected to hang our food in a tree, and instead we put out our sleeping gear in in a triangle and piled the rest of our equipment and food in the middle, not expecting any trouble from the denizens of the canyon. I think it's also good to mention now that we didn't bring a tent, and slept under the stars every night. Anyway, as I drifted off to sleep, I thought I felt something crawling around near my feet, but I was too tired to do much about it. I found out the next morning that there was in in fact something crawling around down there...a very large rat had visited us in the night. Mr. Rat had crawled across Chances chest, played on my feet, munched on our trail mix, and then went to visit Forrest. Forrest, not being so sleepy, woke up when the rat scurried across his had and managed to throw the animal off into a large clump of cactus. Which is what it deserved.
The next morning came early and cloudy. When I woke up, I wanted to die. My whole body was in pain. It would probably have been a good idea to stretch before I went to bed, but alas, here I was feeling like a North Korea had used my muscles as a test site for their nukes. After we managed to pull our selves out of our sleeping bags, we discovered that we had been visited by our little rat buddy, and as soon as that situation had been assessed, we ate breakfast. Breakfast in the Grand Canyon consisted of instant vanilla pudding and heaping amounts of granola, which is very good by the way.
After eating our fill, we decided to scope out the next day's route. The park service literature and our guide book suggested that we take the short scramble down into Phantom Box canyon, and then make our way back down to where we had been the day before. Well...it was just our luck that there had been some intense flooding since our material had been written, and there was no "short scramble" down a "talus slope" into the box. After about an hour of searching for a way down, we found a rope. I assume some other poor soul had been in the same predicament, and had donated their rope to the cause. Well, after some ponderation and assessment of the situation, we climbed down the rope into the canyon. These sort of activities really frighten me. Just so you know. I'm always afraid of falling down, or somehow getting my foot tangled in the rope and swinging into a flaming cactus or something terrible like that.
Anyway, we got down there into the bottom ans started checking things out. It was pretty neat. We followed the creek from the Phantom Falls down about two miles. Then Forrest and I got hungry. We decided to go back for some lunch, and Chance scouted on for a while. When Forrest and I got back to the falls, he climbed back up the rope, no problem. Then I tried. Here is the turning point in our journey. I couldn't make it back up the rope to save my life. My legs were just a few inches too short to make the last foot hold, and my upper body isn't anything special, so I couldn't just man up and haul myself out either. It was a bad situation. After an hour or so of trying over and over again, and become exhausted, Chance showed back up. Needless to say, he wasn't really expecting these circumstances, and he tried to help out. Nothing worked. In the end, we just decided to down climb the box canyon with our packs, and find another campsite. I still feel bad to this day that the events following happened, mainly because of me...
But we'll save that for next time.
Till then, I want you to look at this:
This is probably the most hilarious mugshot I've ever seen.
This man's name is Marcus T. Bailey. He was at the barber, getting a new hairdo when he saw some potential customers out on the street and had to step out to sell them crack. The cops showed up, and look what we have here. The worlds most embarrassing mugshot. More here.
Anyway, that's all for now. This has taken three days to complete. I'm sorry. I'm working on it.
I love you all.
-Brad
P.S. In my next post, be sure to see the section on North Korea.
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