Waking up in the back of my car at a rest stop in the middle of the Mohave Desert actually makes this day 3 for me. I was too tired to post anything last night.
But yesterday, (day 2) other than living the dream and being on the open road ws kind of meh.
First thing I drove up Mars hill in Flagstaff and looked at the observatory Percival Lowell used to convince a nation that he was seeing the remains of an ancient alien civilization on the surface of Mars! After his reputation as an astronomer plummeted after such fanciful and unscientific claims he set out to discover Planet X in order to establish his credibility. Unfortunately, planet x too has fallen under the conspiracy theory table and his inability to find the planet broke his heart.
But thanks to his dedication even after his death using his telescope the dwarf planet Pluto was discovered. What more do you need from the man! His story really is a fascinating one and worth looking into if you're unfamiliar with it.
Anyway, I descended the hill and started out toward Hoover dam. Now, I think I've been to the dam before but I must have been really young. It was crazy! I got some awesome pics that I'll try to post soon. Funnily enough some of the people responsible for the building of the Dam incorporated large star charts and constellation charts next to the structure so that an unspoken amount of years in the future an advanced alien race looking at the achievements of humanity would know exactly when the Hoover dam was built. The American flag flies high between two what I thought looked like cheribims with wings stretched toward the sky in honor of those who died constructing it. Rubbing the Angels toes brings you good luck... I didn't rub their toes... My justification for not doing so you ask? I've already got all the luck I need and I wouldn't want to unrightly use the luck that was meant for another!
Pressinng forward, I made a little detour through Vegas. Hit up a show you ask? A little gambling you ask? Maybe a ride? Nope. The Hollywood Las Vegas skatepark was calling my name! I tell you, if we had parks like these in Utah, I probobly would have been a pro skater. Maybe it's good we don't have those kinds of parks in Utah!
Then I hit the road again. Next stop Alcatraz. It's a ways away and I am currently, stretched out in the back of my Mazda with my legs stretched out of an open backseat door writing this. Once I stretch out and walk around a little bit I should be there in about 6 hours. That is About 3pm on the 26th. A Wednesday. This might be one where I actually need to take a tour or something. Well, open road, buddy old friend. Let's do this.