Night 1 (7/11/11)
Good news: I survived night one. Bad news: night one’s dinner consisted of grapes, peanut butter & jelly, gatorade, cupcakes, and half a beer.
Okay, so it doesn’t seem that bad. But when you consider why that was our dinner, it’s just plain sad. Upon removing the camp stove that Jesse loaned us from the back of the car, we were rather surprised to discover that the stove is fuel-powered and not propane powered. Too bad all we had was propane. After much frustration and fear of blowing everything up, JT figured out how to get it lit, but by then we were just annoyed and hungry. Cue the sandwiches. This would have been fine, save for the swarms of stupid moths that wouldn’t leave us the hell alone.
Seriously, of all the creepy crawly growly rattle-y potential pests awaiting us at our campsite, we were attacked by moths??? Once a moth landed on my cupcake, I’d had enough, and opened a beer. Which I didn’t finish, because there was lightning in the distance, and quite frankly, I was just tired. So it was off to bed, but not before many many prayers that we wouldn’t be attacked by bears or fire ants.
Thus ends night one.
Day 2 (7/12/11)
We survived the night, free of critter attacks, and breakfast was a resounding success! JT got the camp stove lit without any trouble, and proceeded to cook a feast of eggs, bacon, and toast, all which we ate on cute little camp plates, with novelty silverware. I even packed a water bottle full of orange juice, which rounded out the meal quite nicely.
After cleaning up the campsite and refilling our camelbaks with tasty cold water (which we bought in a 5 gallon jug at Central Market, no less), it was back on the road for us. We stopped and played tourist at Cadillac Ranch, and set out for our next meal. Wait–what I meant to say is that we set out for Santa Fe. But let’s face it: I was already thinking about lunch.
Either I was ridiculously hungry (which is always possible), or Blake’s Lotaburger in Tucumcari, NM, makes one of the best burgers I’ve ever eaten. Apparently Lotaburger is a chain in New Mexico, so I’m hoping we’ll eat at another one before getting to Arizona tomorrow.
I don’t have much else to say about lunch, other than it was damn tasty. Maybe I’ll think of something wittier to say later, but I’m signing off for now. We just got to Santa Fe (a five and a half hour drive, thankyouverymuch), and it’s time to plan our evening dining and drinking escapades.