TOP: Lonely cowpoke searching for a ride
2nd: Tom and Cliff execute a high-speed handoff. Well, Cliff was at high speed anyways
3rd: After day 4 we FINALLY got Karen off the margaritas...well, at least into the cheaper tequila
4th: Ben burying a downhill cliffside. Note that the earth has more color than Ben's hair
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Following our tough day climbing up into Flagstaff, we had a lovely day coming down. It was basically 6 hours of downhill, all the way through the Navaho Indian Reservation, and then into Monument Valley. But, it was oftentimes a long, lonely stretch of road.
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Luckily we had Ben's ipod loaded with about 10 million songs. I personally sang Roger Miller's classic "King of the Road" 17 times, until the point where they threw me out of the SUV. After a while you just have to make your own fun. We painted the RV so it looked like a covered wagon, to see if we got attacked by the Navaho...they didn't get the joke, and just threw bottles of booze at us.
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The one really sad thing was every time we stopped, we were hustled by drunk indians...just like the ugly stereotype. It's a terribly legacy that we've left our predecessors, and I don't know how to overcome it....
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"Wooden Nickle" Lumpy out
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