My flight was relatively uneventful. I didn't get stuck at the airport for 11 hours, none of my flights were cancelled, and security wasn't too terrible. The most exciting thing that happened was the man who went through the security with his pants sagging, and what looked to be some sort of leaves in a plastic bag hanging from his back pocket. He kept repeating the words "dag, dis be like goinz to dat county jail. I hatez to fly dawg" to me. I just nodded and smiled. He bad a grip.
|Colorado from outside my plane window.|
Once I arrived in Arizona the fun began. Matt and Tom picked me up at the airport with Matt's 96' Nissan pickup named "La Tortuga." The drive was filled with views of mountain ranges, and Tom was quick to point out plants along the road that we will be using once we hit the mountains.
Once we got to town Matt dropped me off at the Sierra Vista Motel 6, and Tom came along to show me around the town. Tom handed me an army sleeping bag, hammock, and army poncho for the trip, and after a quick trip to K-mart to pick up extra food we had the privilege of running into what became my next picture...
|Looks like someone has a little too much fun behind the Mexican restaurant.|
This town is definitely one of a kind, and I respect that about it.
I then said goodbye to Tom for the day. Matt will pick us up tomorrow and drop us in the mountains. Until then I get to enjoy the Motel 6 to it's fullest extent. First, I took the instructed security actions stated on my door.
Second, I took some time to call my girlfriend Sydney, and let her know about the day. I'm currently listening to a fight going on outside of my room. It sounds like some sort of domestic violence but I can't be sure. If the police show up I would describe it as a mix between Cops, a junior high hallway, and the last 25 minutes of every episode of Jersey Shore.
As soon as the violence dies down I'll get me some food, and go to bed. Thanks for reading!