Newport Beach, CA through Williams, AZ

Brian: It was a pretty short morning at my aunt and uncle’s place. They graciously offered to have us stay as long as we needed to but Nick and I have sort of an unwritten rule about staying in a place more than three days. Didn’t Ben Franklin have a quote about that too? So we grabbed a bagel, shmeared it with hummus, thanked Mike and Cindy for their hospitality (and the golf) and rode off into the sunrise. And by sunrise I mean Borders.

Nick: They’re still sponsoring us, right? The Borders was in a mall with ample parking, which was nice, but had an obnoxious alarm that kept going off, which was not. After we had blogged to our heart’s content, we decided to blow the entirety of a fifty dollar Applebee’s gift card. One appetizer, a couple entrees, four beers and a dessert almost did it.

Brian: Don’t forget the margaritas.

Nick: The waitress was pretty nice, so she got a nice tip to kill the remainder on the card.

Brian: Hm. What to do now… well we wanted to see the Grand Canyon, and isn’t Arizona hot year round? Let’s just drive as far east as possible and then find a campsite to bunker down in for the night. Wait, what is that white stuff all over the place? Oh, it’s just a little snow. And by a little I mean at least 12 inches. We’d better get a cheap hotel room instead. And so we did, and our night ended with a little bit of Adult Swim on Comedy Central and an actual bed to sleep in.

Nick: The room had framed photos of Ronald McDonald creeping out hard, and that's not OK.



Brian: Considering that we’ve only slept in a hotel for 3 nights out of around 100, I think we are being pretty cost effective. Nick and Brian, counting sheep and out.