Sunday, June 27, 2004

Good times in Goblin Valley.

I went camping with the scouts in my home ward this week because they couldn't find anyone else to go. After spending two days in good ol' Moab, we traveled to Goblin Valley to hike Little Wildhorse Canyon and then spend some time in the Valley of Goblins.

Whilst playing our final round of "sardines" in the valley, it started to get dark. After 30 minutes of futile searching for the last kid, we finally gave up and shouted to him "Game Over." No answer. Another 15 minutes of shouting pass and we start to get worried. We get flashlights, enlist the help of random hikers, and fearing the worst, begin searching for Johnny's body.

At 10:30PM, the random hikers locate Johnny's slumbering body under a FREAKING rock. I guess that entrada sandstone, dust, the company of scorpions, rattlesnakes and/or an assortment of other creepy crawlies is enough to make any guy in their right mind fall completely asleep.

Back at camp, after a scolding from the scoutmaster and ridicule from the troop, Johnny develops an imaginary bump on his head and randomly begins to exhibit symptoms of Amnesia. I tell the boys that Johnny will probably have no trouble remembering in the morning and command them to bed.

I'm so glad that my teenage days are gone.

Good times.

Friday, June 11, 2004

I'm tired of driving to Provo. I hate the actual drive. I spend 15 minutes going the 2 miles from my house to the freeway on-ramp thanks to some swell city-planning that schedules all of the road work in the entire state of Utah to be done in the month of JUNE. I-15 is a mess from the 106th South onramp until the point of the mountain. Extra big pickup trucks and extra big SUVs followed by extra big Mormon Meat Wagons filled with ONE, that's right, extra big person eating extra big fast food clog up all three lanes of traffic. When not saturated with advertisements the radio blasts out trite crap. A sign above flashes "I-15 SOUTHBOUND CLOSED USE ALT ROUTE," and I think to myself, "alternate route? I wish they'd be a little more specific because the one lane Frontage Road hardly qualifies as an alternate." I turn the heater on full blast even though it's almost 100 degrees farenheit outside and the engine coolant temperature dips a hair. My gas gauge reads empty again and I wonder where I can find gas for under $2. I resist flipping the bird and honking my horn and in 45 minutes, I finally arrive...

Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to even have a car and a reason to go to Provo every day. I'm grateful that, once the road is done, it'll be huge and grand and fast and wonderous. I know that it's a means to an end, and I fully endorse and love the end. It's just...9 months of this is starting to wear thin on my patience.
And I'm glad that it will all be over in 2 months.
August 11th, my friends...
Watch your mailboxes...