They complete their black market transaction and then we’re off to Carl’s house. I may be an overindulgent social drinker, but I don’t fuck with that shit. Raul: “No, I’m good.” Thoughts of bailing out of this situation immediately occurred to me. Carl made small talk and then exchanged money with them and took something. We entered into this house where there were three shady looking rednecks. So I followed him to her trailer home and what came out was an old, witch looking woman whose face looked like its seen many wife beatings and possibly works as a bargain priced prostitute.Ĭarl then informed me that he had to go to another friends house to pick something up.
Carl explained to me that he had to go visit his friend first and pick her up. We got to a small town on the south west corner of Colorado called Cortez. An hour may seem like a pretty far ride, but when you’re surrounded by the nothings of the hot, unforgiving desert, it’s not too much of a compromise. This wouldn’t be the first time a random person offered me a place to stay, so I did so without giving it much thought.
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My personal philosophy for travel was and is still is to accept a free place to stay whenever I can as a way to save money and also meet people. Raul: “Sure, thanks, but let me get some food first.” Raul: ”No, I was going to get to some fucking food first.”Ĭarl: “Well, I just thought about it… if you would like you can sleep on my sofa. Just as I decide on one, a car pulls up next to me it was Carl.Ĭarl: “Hey! Did you find a place to stay yet?” I drive through a strip mall, hoping to find a restaurant that is open. I got to the lifeless town of Kayenta right as the sun sets. The snakes thing didn’t really bug me, but nonetheless, I decided I would try to find a motel after getting some chow. The idea of camping out for another night in the unforgiving Arizona heat without a shower seemed rather unappealing. I had camped out the previous night after getting drunk off of my ass and had only taken a baby wipe bath. A whole day of riding the heat had caused my jeans to drenched in my ball sweat and I’m sure I smelled like it too. By that time I was starving and had seen on my map there was a small town called Kayenta on the way. I rode for an hour as the sun started to set. The time to leave came, so I shook his hand, thanked him, and rode off not thinking much else of the event. We talked for a couple of minutes, during that time he informed me that the name of the rock formation I was looking at was known as the Elephant Feet. Raul: “I’m not sure, I’m trying to make it to Four Corners tomorrow, so I’m going to ride as far as I can and probably camp out somewhere.”Ĭarl: “I wouldn’t suggest camping out here, there are a lot of snakes and other nasty stuff.
I’m taking a motorcycle trip around the US to celebrate.”Ĭarl: “That sounds pretty neat. Raul: “I just got out of the Army and I was stationed in Fort Lewis.
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Afterwards, he eyed the license plate on my motorcycle.Ĭarl: “Washington? What are you doing all the way done here?”
I introduced myself and he introduced himself as “Carl” I then asked him to take a picture of me. I started petting him, then the man came up in a friendly matter. Luckily, a man was hanging out there.Īs I pulled up, his dog took an interest in me and came up to me. As I rode up closer to them I knew I had to picture whore it and capture my ugly mug with them. As I began to lose myself in my thoughts, thinking about life and how awesome I am, off in the horizon I saw two huge, distinctly shaped rocks. The scorching Arizona heat made it feel like I was riding through a giant hair dryer while sitting inside a hot oven. Three weeks into the journey, I was riding through the Navajo Indian Reservation in Arizona after having seen the Grand Canyon earlier that day. In order to celebrate my new found freedom and release from the clutches of Uncle Sam, in the summer of 2009, I decided to take a 2 1/2 month motorcycle trip around the United States. “How the fuck do I get myself into these situations?” I think to myself. I was laying on a couch in the living room of a ranch in the backwoods of Colorado attempting to sleep fully dressed and wearing my steel toe boots and my hard knuckle riding gloves while grasping a 12 inch long wrench, ready to strike in case I was attacked in the middle of the night. If you guys don’t hear from me in a couple of days, I’m in Cortez, CO with some dude named Carl.” I typed into a mass text I sent out to a few of my friends and cousins.
“Okay guys, I’m in a very shady situation right now and I’m going to ride it out and see where it goes.