The Long and winding road

The dreaded automobile red-eye. Steve and I thought it would be a good idea to leave San Diego at midnight, with the hopes of arriving in Moab early enough to have lunch and get a ride in before dark. Missions accomplished, but not without some danger. First, Steve played some Alanis Morrissette on his ipod, which almost put me in a coma(a car crash in Victorville is never a good thing). Second, Steve's rhythmic snoring, unlike Forber's chaotic log sawing(to be discussed in a later post) contributed to some tense moments in the pre dawn hours in St. George. After a delicious McGriddle in Cedar City we were getting our second wind. Steve took over somewhere on I-70, "the I-70" if you are from so-cal. A rest stop/ vista caught our attention, that and the finely tuned machines(known as our legs) needed a stretch. As stated earlier, a safe arrival in Moab was had. We had better driving luck than the doctor that week. . .