The intention was to leave town early on Saturday. But my insistence upon a perfect soy latte, followed by multiple trips to the natural foods market to make sure our camping food included all the necessary nutritious items - and of course bad-stuff-free deodorant, meant that we weren't even ready to leave the Salt Lake valley until noon.
But then approximately 432 red stop lights and one missing key to a VW camper gas tank later - Pete was officially *pissed off*.
Calls and visits to locksmith after locksmith yielded no success, and even the pony-tail wearing dudes at both VW dealerships we stopped at just shrugged and responded with "Sorry man."
Finally, a super stealthy Lock artist was able to make a new key in practically no time. By now, it was maybe around 5pm and we were considering alternatives to our planned trip out of town. I am soooo glad we decided to go. The pictures prove that we a) had a great time b) enjoyed beautiful weather, and c) clearly didn't drink enough while we were there. Oh well.
So unfortunately, I really did come down with some sort of cold type thing, and so I was sniffling and sneezing and wheezing - oh and of course bitching and whining and complaining because - how could you possibly try to talk me into climbing up that without proper equipment? Like, who cares if it's only 10 feet tall and not steep - I need a rope people! I'm sick! Wha wha boo hoo!
Oh, and then I called in sick on Monday morning. Conveniently, I really was/am sick and so I had the whole sick sounding voice going on. So what if I was about 3.5 hours away and sitting in a coffee shop waiting for the man to make my perfect soy latte.
