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Post by Fraze on Feb 9, 2012 10:28:08 GMT -5
OM NOM NOM Part of the rhodochrosite exhibit. A large portion of the museum is taken up with these highly detailed nature dioramas. This guy looks like he's having the time of his life. The diorama with the elk came with a recording of an elk call in mating season. It wasn't sexy. Kind of sounded like a strangled trumpet. Apparently these were black bears. I would never have guessed. They want their bukkets. Hunty tried to be artsy here. Insert inspirational music in the background if you want. There are a few tiny gnomes hidden around these dioramas, usually painted into the backgrounds. (They're called elves, but c'mon, they've got beards and pointed hats, they're totally gnomes.) We managed to find all of them with the help of a map. There were also two butterflies with moving wings. Wheeee--*bonk* I just love these guys, they're so adorably derpy. Evil koala plans his next move while looking dramatically into the distance. Bird is going super saiyan, watch out! Wedding dress made out of tea packets, I guess. I should note that seasoned Celestials were disappointingly absent. This was an awesome teapot. Taken in Nederland. It's that sort of place. It took Hunty some time to be convinced that there are, in fact, mountains here. I think she believes it now. The Rio Grande river. Fraze in the foreground, and dad in the background. A poor little mutant lamb. Taxidermied, but apparently the real deal. Apparently this is a baby shark. I'm not quite sure how, but it was cool. Taos is a nice little town, you get stuff like this. Ride your bear on in and have a seat. Ministry of Silly Walks, US branch. From left to right: Fraze's dad, Fraze's mom, and the man himself. Taken while exploring Fraze's old high school. No gambling allowed on the Denver light rail. Further reinforcing statements that they work well together, Hunty and Fraze finished this 550-piece puzzle in about 3 hours, including a dinner break. They were accompanied by a manatee. Dangit, even the US government is in on it.
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Post by Draco on Feb 9, 2012 19:51:47 GMT -5
Shark? More like a skinned demon!
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Post by Fraze on Feb 12, 2012 22:54:46 GMT -5
Feb 7--Just Deserts I've been in desperate need of a properly stocked kitchen for a looong time, so now that I have one I'm making the best use of it that I can, cooking as much as possible. Which doesn't quite apply this time, since today we had Huntypancakes. *Waits for mental images to come and go* Yeah, they were a bit odd but pretty good. She and I have had countless discussions of what exactly constitutes "pancakes," and finally discovering her concept of them was enlightening. Hunty, my parents, and I set off for Taos, New Mexico. It's a tiny little town that's home to a great many Southwest artists and artisans and such. The drive was about five or six hours with a number of stops to get out and look around. It was at this point that Hunty was finally convinced that there are, in fact, mountains here.1
Taos was as I remembered it: quiet, dusty, and very pretty. We found the place where we were to be staying, a cute little fully furnished guest house built onto the back of some other building. Unfortunately, it seemed we were locked out with no key. Just as I was becoming convinced that someone had pulled one over on us, I nearly stepped on the key hidden under the map. Should've figured. We had dinner at a fancy restaurant--I should be too old to get free meals from my parents, but I'm not complaining--and then hit the hot tub at the guest house. After that was some browsing of the computer and bedtime.
Feb 8--Steamy Nights This day started out with donuts for breakfast. It was a wonderful start to the day. We would absolutely definitely go out and explore around the town and go into all the little shops and galleries over the course of four hours, maybe five if we tried hard. You should know by now what this sort of certainty means, so I won't try to explain it to you. After waffling around the house for a bit and then having lunch at a cute little restaurant (Hunty and I split a croissant, apparently it was very cute), we ended up with about an hour and a half-- What? You wanted to hear more about the hot tub? Well, I'd rather prolong your curiosity just a little bit longer. We ended up with about an hour and a half to look around the town, at which point Hunty and I went one way and my folks went another. Which, since it's a small town, still allowed us to see a lot of different shops and galleries. There was also a museum with a very friendly and talkative host, where we learned about how the first governor of New Mexico was a nice guy who got murdered for reasons neither Hunty nor I can remember, and had freaky looking mutant animals that you might remember seeing above. After dinner... *Drumroll* *Suspense* *Buildup* We hit the hot tub again. The first night it was at 104 degrees, this time it was a mere-but-comfortable 93 degrees, while the surrounding air was around freezing. No face-eating occurred, which might disappoint some of you, though we did discuss how being submerged in water affects the rate of decay of a human body, and Hunty needed to stop raising her finger when trying to make a point. ...We have a very unusual relationship. After soaking for quite a while, there were more cards played.
Feb 9--First Flight Our final day in Taos was mostly spent driving back home. This was significant because it was Hunty's first significant experience with US roadways. I've been getting pressure on all sides to become an excellent Navigator, since I can't drive, so I got a bit of practice in as well. We listened to a weird and possibly nauseating collection the Cats soundtrack, Dixie Chicks, and some samba music. The rest of the day involved a little bit of shopping and dinner. And apparently I give good back massages.
1Her doubt will be forgiven because she was too sleepy to notice anything the first day she came in, and there was a lot of snow and other stuff obscuring the horizon the next several days.)
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Post by Huntress on Feb 13, 2012 0:01:58 GMT -5
He does. Tis a skill to be reckoned with. Pers'nally, I like US highways. European roads tend to be wiggly, since they started out as connections between faraway farms. On the interstate, I could happily floor it until hitting the legal limit of 75 mph, staying there for a while, then getting mildly curious about conversions, realizing that I was doing a fully insane 120 kph and getting a bit jittery after that. Well, Fraze just covered the steamy bits, leaving me with the following boring bits. Aw. Feb 10 - Getting stuffShort version: eee shopping. Long version: until this particular point in time, we'd both been running around without pants. (Mostly. That's also a skill.) Fraze had no workable pairs of jeans to speak of, and I had one pair which I've always considered too few for comfort, since it leaves you with no backup options. So we needed pantsifying a-sap. We drove down to this outlet mall outside Denver and beelined for Levi's outlet. Half an hour later we were both proud owners of brand new jeans. (Levi's. For about $39. That sort of thing just doesn't happen in Europe, ye average jeans price at $80 and up.) Fraze had a doc appointment after that point, so I chose to be abandoned at the mall to be able to go through everything and round up all the awesome cheap american stuff. Which I did. Wahoo. Feb 11 - om nom nomThis day, ladies and gentlemen, goes down in history. Once upon a time about three years ago, if not longer, Fraze and I were talking about... something that I'm sure was relevant and made sense in context at the time, but one way or another was about burgers. So he said that if I ever end up in the States, he's taking me to Gunther Toody's, which is a great little burgerplace decked out in a 50s greaser diner style. Well, HA. And then we- um. *stared at the monitor for a good five minutes* *gave in, went and fetched Fraze, who also can't remember whatthefrek we did after Gunther Toody's* *and neither can his parents* ...so then we watched the Deathly Hallows movie, both of them in a row. Except that was at 2 a.m. and we got back from the diner at 3 p.m. What we did in the hours inbetween is anyone's guess. Because we honestly can't remember. This can't be good. Aaaanyway. Feb 12 - Getting more stuffShort version: eeee more shopping. Long version: our roadtrip thingy is bearing down on us and all good roadtrips rely on a lot of stuff. Today was mostly devoted to getting said stuff. We got a GPS, which is apparently governed by the laws of the Netherlands and will be confiscated if we ever break its terms of service (heck yes we actually read the licence agreement), and a flashlight and a water bottle and a mattress repair kit and generally things. Maybe this'll actually go without too many hitches. When we got back, Fraze took a shot at making Taiwanese steamfried pork buns. He thinks they turned out not-too-shabby for a first try. I think they turned out infinitely better than the Taiwanese rendition. One of these days we'll manage to decide whether or not I actually am a picky eater.
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Post by Zylaa on Feb 13, 2012 3:00:14 GMT -5
Can "pantsifying" be a word? Please?
I am displeased that after dramatic buildup in-entry and over MSN that the hot tub incident was not dramatic. *shot*
*should probably be in bed it's 3 here*
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Post by Crystal on Feb 13, 2012 9:58:59 GMT -5
I always beeline for the Goodwill when buying jeans. :3 I bought Levi's once.. and then I realized that I didn't actually like 'em.
Also, I regret missing this dramatic MSN hot tub buildup that Zylaa speaks of.
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Post by Huntress on Feb 13, 2012 11:46:10 GMT -5
It was a perfectly good hot tub, mind you. Outside a cute little casa, in the moonlight, under the stars cos Taos doesn't have much in the way of light pollution, with Christmas lights hanging off the casa itself and snow on the ground of the garden and o mai it was awesome.
We just spent our time sitting in said hot tub talking about the decomposition of dead bodies :3
(And I still need to find a thrift store here. Heard good things about Goodwill and still haven't had the chance to verify them.)
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Post by Dan on Feb 13, 2012 12:58:46 GMT -5
Hey, I've been to Gunther Toody's. And Celestial Seasonings. And the History Museum.
...it's bizarre reading about you guys touring places in the same city as me. XD
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Post by Lord Hayati on Feb 13, 2012 15:36:34 GMT -5
I've been to all of them.
you should try the 16th street mall.
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Post by Fraze on Feb 13, 2012 19:50:07 GMT -5
I've been to all of them. you should try the 16th street mall. I've been to all of them as well, but it's more fun going with someone else. We went to 16th Street Mall, but it was in the middle of the big snowstorm so we weren't able to see very much. Should aim to go back there when we return after the end of the trip.
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Post by Fraze on Feb 16, 2012 2:25:32 GMT -5
Feb 13--Mad ScramblingSo yeah, stuff happened. It mostly involved getting ready for setting off on the trip. This primarily meant packing, which isn't very interesting to read about or write about, unless you want to hear about Hunty's toothbrush or Fraze's underwear. However, after a bit of packing, in order to test drive the GPS, we set off to the carwash. It was just nearby, down a few roads and on a busy street. We pinpointed it, plugged a nearby address into the GPS, and set off. There was no possible way we could go wrong. Well, first we pulled into the bank because I needed to deposit some money. "Some" meaning "my entire savings from the previous year of teaching," which I was somewhat nervous about taking with me. A good half an hour later, we got to the carwash which was about six blocks away. A missed turn lane set it all off, followed by frantic correction and eventually a stop to ask for directions. As a navigator, I was deeply shamed. The return trip was almost worse, since though we knew where we were going, we were foiled in our attempts due to another left turn (of which we had had far too many) and ended up going on a long detour to get back. The upshot of all of this was that a ten-minute round trip turned into an hourlong voyage of magical discovery. Packing finished, with toothbrushes and underwear flying madly about the suitcase, a visit to a thrift store was wedged in there somewhere, dinner occurred in the middle of it all, and finally after a few rousing games of cards we went to bed. Feb 14--Ain't No Mountain High EnoughIn a manner sure to delight 'shippers worldwide, our trip officially began on Valentine's Day morning. We had been making snarky remarks about the upcoming day for the entirety of the trip (Seriously, what's with the frogs? They're the big thing for Valentine's Day 2012, we saw cute pink frog plushies everywhere), but it was finally upon us and there was no escaping. The last-minute packing happened, far too much stuff got jammed into a small car, and we set off in surprisingly good time, heading toward Durango, Colorado. We immediately sabotaged our own trip when I proved that I can't tell my left from my right and the GPS adjusted our route accordingly. Granted, it wasn't that much of a setback, and I navigated perfectly the rest of the way, but still. Humiliating. There were mountains. And oh sweet baby Cthulhu, were there ever mountains. They were every bit as glorious as always, and it did my Coloradoan blood good to get back to them. We got several great photos and countless more unphotographable views. Hunty in turn got an excellent course in driving at altitude, and a taste of just how friggin' weird this state's weather can be. First off, we had several long legs through flat stretches in between mountainy bits. At one of these stretches we passed through a fog field, that then visibly lifted up from the ground as we lost altitude, and showed a bright, clear blue sky beyond. But that was nothing compared to the strangeness ahead of us. It all started when I was finding our place on the map for the twenty-ninth time, and looking ahead saw that we would be passing over the Continental Divide. I explained to Hunty what that was, we agreed that it would be fun to pull over as close to the divide itself as we could manage and take a few pictures. When we were several miles away from the divide, we passed through a tunnel. And I swear, this was the tunnel to Narnia. The first worrisome feature was the unplowed roads. The path up to now had been completely .dry asphalt, but immediately after coming out of the tunnel we were on snow and ice. We passed several semis on the side of the road, presumably putting on snow chains. Hunty had experience driving in snow, however, so we slowed down and took it carefully. But that wasn't the strangest part. It also started to snow the instant we got out of that tunnel. We had been going through patches of clouds and patches of blue sky the entire day, but now we were in complete steely gray cloud cover and lightly falling snow. And on top of that, hardly anyone else was on the road. We saw maybe five or six other vehicles on this entire stretch. But that wasn't the strangest part either. No, the strangest part happened about 20 minutes after we passed what we assumed was the Divide itself. We went through a second tunnel, and it all...stopped. The road was suddenly snow- and ice-free once more, the snow stopped falling, even the clouds cleared up. I'm still not convinced that those tunnels didn't connect us to another world. Night fell a while after leaving that surreal experience, and we got to our hotel a bit after that. We checked in, and had time to walk to a good Mexican restaurant. Mexican food was more or less unknown to Hunty before coming to the States, and I expect she'll see a whole lot more of it before the trip is up. Feb 15--Meandering MesasIn a shocking reversal of our usual behaviors, we actually managed to go through this day on or ahead of schedule. We got up bright and early, Hunty became more acquainted with American continental breakfasts from cheap motels than she ever wanted to be, and we made our way to Mesa Verde, with a stop at the Durango Tourism office en route. (The lady at the desk had been to Estonia, and possibly even to Hunty's hometown. It was a cool little coincidence.) Turns out winter isn't exactly the height of the tourism season, who'd'a thunk it? Only one of the cliff dwellings was open to the public at this time of year, so we slowly meandered through the park towards it. There's only one road leading in from the park, it's slow and twisty and the cliff dwelling we were getting to (Spruce Tree House) was on the other side of the park, but dang that drive was magnificent. The views were some of the best we'd seen on the whole trip, which as a Colorado native is saying something. I had been to Mesa Verde once before on a class trip (right during the 9/11 attacks, in fact), so the cliff dwelling was nothing I hadn't seen before. But it was still an enjoyable trip to go on, the park ranger who did our guided tour was Large Ham in the extreme, and I swear the park ranger who was in charge of the nearby museum could have been Chuck Norris's brother. We looked around the park a little bit more, Hunty mailed a postcard at the most adorable little post office ever, and we set back off out of the park and headed back to Durango. We got back at around 4 PM, after hoping against hope that we might get there at 5, and thinking to ourselves that we'd probably get back a little bit after nightfall. We congratulated ourselves by losing the car keys. They were soon found under a bag of chips, despite said bag having previously been searched under. We will not do this again. There was food from home and potato chips for dinner, a bit of a walk around town, burning CDs, and generally being lazy.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Feb 16, 2012 8:05:37 GMT -5
I had a strange dream about hunty yesterday. There is a lot of houses up for sale, near where I live, and we get the news someone is moving next door. We're a bit glad, since our current next door neighbor is basically going self-destruct on her life. As the person moves in, we decide to introduce ourselves. And guess who comes out. Hunty. At first, I don't recognise her, but when she starts talking about estonia, I go and stuff. And then My dream started going wacky and turned out to be one of those dreams where you end up flying. Dang it hunty and your road trip!
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Post by Huntress on Feb 19, 2012 22:02:00 GMT -5
Our extremely fancy, extremely low-brow dinner.Feb 16 - That great big hole in the groundThis particular day was devoted solely to getting from Durango to the Grand Canyon. They're about six hours apart but since we're finally getting somewhat genre-savvy, any day devoted to driving shall be devoted solely to driving, and anything we might get done besides that counts as a bonus. Cos whenever we try to plan a lot of stuff, it won't get done. It was a scenic drive, at least. From southwestern Colorado to northern Arizona, which mostly means lots of red deserty landscapes and curiously shaped huge rocks and tiny little towns on the road every so often. Dog encountered in Red Mesa. It was a cute dog. I gave it some of my corndog.Rocksrocksrocks We weren't quite following the GPS's prescribed route because the one we found on the map was a good deal shorter. It kept trying to convince us to turn back until the very last moments. I kept expecting to land in a horror movie. Turned out that it was trying to avoid the road because it led straight to the Canyon and was therefore a toll road. Wham, money. But the money meant that we reached the edge of the Canyon just in time for the sunset, and got to stand there and watch as the sun went down. Really, I won't even try to describe that. It's the sort of place where neither words nor photos do it justice. Go visit the place yourselves. Feb 17 - More of the great big hole in the groundWe spent the night in Tusayan, which is a town consisting of motels and fast food places that only exists to pander to tourists coming to the Canyon. And it was a heckuva fancy place for relatively little money. I mean, we got a coffee maker. And soap bars that were called cleansing bars because obviously soap is too mainstream these days. And towels folded into little fans. After getting up kinda sorta earlyish (a pox on whoever invented 9 a.m., I tell you), we headed for the Canyon again, checked out the daylight view from the edge, and then drove east to Bright Angel Trail, the easy rookie way of hiking down into the canyon. We're not quite hardcore enough to hike completely down into the bottom and back up again (nor did we have the time because again, a great big hole in the ground) so we decided to go down to the first resthouse which is at the mile-and-a-half mark, and then come back up again. Blarg. Well, going down wasn't too bad. It's not a very steep trail and it winds back and forth along the face of the cliff in a low zigzag so it's pretty long, but also pretty easily walkable. As long as you're going down. We spent about an hour winding along the path, finally got to the resthouse, took a breather and some photos and turned back up again, and at that point the path magically transformed into a hellroad of 45-degree angles, I swear to gods >> *doesn't have particularly good lungs, or physical endurance for that matter, and anyway it's the altitude. Seriously, that altitude. That'd make things tough for anyone, man.* Fraze cattleprodded me up, otherwise I may well still be there sitting on a bend somewhere, enjoying the view. (Which I imagine might be pretty good out there at night.) And it only took us an hour and a half to get back up. We left the Canyon at 5 and drove to Flagstaff, partly as an attempt to bite off a chunk of driving from the following day and partly to meet an old friend of Fraze's at a restaurant. We got... somewhat lucky with the restaurant, in that they turned out to have a February-only, Friday-only Valentine's Day deal of two for $20. As in, bring your sweetheart, get a plate of appetizers and two entrees and a dessert for a total of $20. Which was a pretty good deal, so after grumbling a bit about the universe conspiring against us, we took it. It was a good meal, anyway, especially the dessert, which came on one plate. I'm still a wee bit curious about the alternate for the dessert, which was a split champagne, but Fraze thinks champagne is blegh. So the universe was deprived of the sight of us and one of thems cute drinks with two straws. Feb 18 - Abducted DracosI wasn't going to do a lot of driving that day. Just a tiny little stint down to Phoenix, a tiny bit of driving around Phoenix maybe, and another little stint to Tucson. Later calculations revealed that I was at the wheel for seven hours. *fwump* So we set off for Phoenix, arrived at the predetermined meetup point at a huge pretty library and soon enough were the first to witness the elusive miracle that is real-life Draco. Good thing he recognized us, since we had no way of recognizing him. We headed off to a park outside the city, which involved highways. Blarg highways. I may have given a taxi driver a brain aneurysm at one point. But we made it there in one piece and hiked up to a rock with a hole in it. Because we hadn't hiked up and down rocks in like, 24 hours by that time and were getting mad withdrawal symptoms. We also checked out a mall in the city (blarg more highways) and Walmart, and then went to Subway for noms. Finally. Back in mid-Colorado about a week ago, we encountered a Subway in a tiny drivethrough town and decided to skip it for the time being because there'd be more Subways coming up. The spirit of Subway, angered by that display of arrogance, kept all following Subways from our reach until Phoenix. Lesson learned, and lesson learned hard. Took Draco back to the meetup point (blarg highwaaaays) and headed off into the sunset towards Tucson, where we're staying with a friend of Fraze's and hopefully even getting stuff done every now and then. And then we had a My Little Pony marathon until the wee hours of the morning.
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Post by Draco on Feb 21, 2012 0:24:10 GMT -5
Feb 18 - Abducted or Ninja Plan?So the day came at last. The meeting day. I started the day by getting up early and getting ready. Then I sat back and watched the new MLP and read a book until a little before 1. In which time I headed out to the library. I sat outside the library waiting. While out there I received some odd phone calls, mostly just hearing people talking, but not being able to make out what was being said. So I sat, waiting for a silver Honda Civic, and there must have been a dozen of them drive past me. Apparently, it's popular. So it was about 1 now, and I went in to use the restroom, second floor (since the first floor was out of order), then returned downstairs. That's when I noticed a text saying they were all ready inside, second floor. So I made my way back up to meet them. I contemplated stalking them a bit before actually meeting them, but decided not to in the end and just headed straight to them. From there we said our hellos and stuff, and headed to the car to figure out where to go. But first room had to be made in the car for me to fit. In the process, a muffin was found. I received a meepit (who now sits with my anime stuff), they recieved some *glances around for Killix* cactus candy. Once room was made, and I squeezed into the car, we decided on a destination. So we made our way to Papago park. A little deserty park, some hiking trails, some small mountain to walk on, some man made lakes, Phoenix Zoo, Botanical Gardens, etc. So the destination was plugged into the GPS (which I soon found to be partially evil) and away we went. That poor taxi driver... He had murder in his eyes. Not sure what he was so angry about, not like we could turn yet XD In fact he had someone in the taxi, so he should be happy he's getting paid more. Anyways, we found our way to the Papgo Park parking lot, and headed off. We walked around a little and headed to the Hole in the Rock. In which case we sat around and talked for a bit. Soon with a cold and numb butt, we headed off. So the mall we went, a quick walk through of Walmart, and off to Subway. Before parting I got a tshirt from Fraze, with some nice Engrish XD Then off we went to drop me off, with one last drive on the freeway.... I'm telling you, that GPS loves freeways/highways. So all in all, we all survived the meeting XD
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Post by Fraze on Feb 22, 2012 2:04:56 GMT -5
Feb 19--Stomping on Old GroundsThis did not happen on the 19th. However, I like it and wanted to put it somewhere. After receiving continuous pressure from two different people, Fraze finally caved. He gave into the all-consuming madness. Putting aside all predilections and sacrificing personal dignity, he allowed himself to be subjected to My Little Pony. That's a story for a different day, but it kept us up somewhat lateish at night on the 18th, so the 19th had an equally late rising time. We began by exploring around the campus with my friend with whom we are currently staying. Some things have changed drastically; others haven't changed at all. We explored the library, failed to see a certain really awesomely cool building, and found intermittent noms. These things show up on one border of campus. No one is quite sure what they are, but apparently they're Art. I've always liked them. We went to the top of the tallest building on campus. It has views like this. I always liked this building. Since a day of inactivity is nice every now and again, we went back to my friend's apartment afterwards and continued the pony marathon. Because I want to get this over with, dangit. Feb 20--SpelunkingToday we went to Kartchner Caverns. They're awesome beautiful glorious caves, they're extremely well preserved, and you should totally go see them if you ever get the opportunity. There are no pictures, because they didn't allow cameras on the tour. I think this is because there are currently bats residing in them. But take my word for it, it was awesome. Fraze has been there once before, and still loved the tour. Afterwards, we looked around the gift shop and failed to find anything, then headed back toward the city. We finally managed to do laundry, which sounds like a minor thing but will probably be a reassurance to certain people who read this thread. After that, we returned to campus and looked around some more. Finding parking was tricky, since most places require a permit. We thought about walking to downtown and even started heading that way, but better judgment prevailed--gasp, shock, amazement--and we went back to the car, drove around for a bit, and finally headed back for the night. Feb 21--Musing OutsideToday, we managed to wrap up several things we had been planning. But first, we needed noms. So, we went to the supermarket and found food. One way or other, we've been eating out a bit too much recently and are trying to save money. This somehow resulted in a breakfast of cereal and yogurt, eaten on a tarp next to the supermarket and right across from a trailer park. There's a thin line between tourism on a budget and straight-up white trash, and the only thing that kept us from leaping over that line with gleeful abandon was the inclusion of croissants in the meal. Hunty shakes up concentrated orange juice and water in a recycled yogurt container or something of the sort. Dangerously close to white trash. A picnic fit for a queen. Sort of. After this, we drove around for a while trying to find somewhere to park, and eventually ended up paying for a space. We finally got into the awesomely cool building I mentioned; namely, the Optical Sciences building. It has really interesting displays on the ground floor. This thing is just a piece of glass with a couple slices in it from the back, but from the front it does this fascinating and beautiful flower design. I think it's amazing. After this, we got to see a fire-and-brimstone preacher who comes by the campus every so often. He does a tour of many different colleges and offends people at each of them. We sat around and listened to him rant for a good hour and a half. The guy and his wife. It was good cheap entertainment. After this, we went off to the Tucson Desert Museum, a mostly outdoor thing devoted mostly to the Sonoran Desert ecosystem. There were things about animals and plants and biology and all that fun stuff. There was a bit about caves. This is totally what Kartchner Caverns would have looked like if we could have taken pictures there. Unfortunately, this is manmade. Hunty hears the way a bat hears. She isn't happy about it. Fraze does the same, he sort of enjoys it. There were also some good animal exhibits. Now this is the life, isn't it? You get free meals, so you can lay around all day in the shade even more than you would otherwise. The only problem is those little screechy jerkwads tapping on the glass. The desert. Also, Fraze. We looked around the museum for a while, walked along various paths, and Hunty managed to see hummingbirds. We then got back to Tucson and lazed around a bit, before meeting up with Fraze's old capoeira group. We ended up having dinner with one of the members and chatting for a while. It was a good dinner, but there are sadly no pictures of it. I knew I forgot something.
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