The run down. Part 1

Okay, so here's the run down on my Trona weekend.

I intended to leave Thursday night, but a number of events conspired against me to delay my start.

I had intended to leave work early if possible, or possibly on time to get all of my affairs in order and get on the road. Instead I had to stay much later than anticipated. As a result it was rush hour by the time I headed home and it took me almost twice as long to get there. By the time I made dinner, cleaned up, and got my things packed the sun was already setting. In addition, that creative writing project was due by midnight and I had yet to even think about what my project would be. I somehow managed to pull something resembling a Gothic ghost story out of my ass and get it formatted and tweaked enough to make it submissible just shy of the cut off. With that, I gave up my hopes of leaving Thursday and instead went to bed.

Friday I got up around 4 am, packed up the car, (which was actually my dad's car since he was changing my oil/checking my tires/whatever in preparation for the trip), and double checked that all my homework was submitted.

It of course was not. I had one assignment (15 short answer questions and a short essay) that was due at noon, and a philosophy midterm to take. Gross. So I did my homework, blew through my midterm, and headed across town to drop off the dog and swap cars back. By 10:30 I was on the road.

I took my sweet time driving up there. I stopped in Quartsite and spent some time at the rock shop looking for treasures for myself or Little B. I meandered around the 'antique store' which was really more of an antique shanty-town and had a lengthy conversation with the propriater about treasure hunting. He believes that he's located ALL of the lost treasures within the larger Arizona/California/Nevada area, by they way, via research. For 15 years he's been living in this shanty town selling stuff, and researching treasures. He believes that he knows EXACTLY where they all are. He's just waiting for the timing to be right to collect them, apparently. He also took the time to show me his extensive collection of bottles, and to explain to me how to cook a whole frozen pig without having to thaw it. Two hours passed this way before I was able to find a good point at which to exit the conversation and get back on the road.

I made it to my hotel sometime after the sun had set, took a bath, set an alarm, and went to bed early.

(This was written during my biostats class in an effort to keep me from falling asleep again. It only half worked. So please ignore the terrible writing and the fact that I just dropped off there at the end. I'll pick this back up again soon. LOVE!!)