I flew into Vegas today, landing 20 min. early. Got up at 6:15am after only 3 hrs. of sleep because of Jesse's sketch comedy show and going out for a beer after. I had a brief moment of panic while sitting in Whole Foods in Vegas, thinking, "I don't know if I can really do this; maybe I just want to go home." But I took my month's worth of TVP and packets of freeze-dried bananas and soldiered on. Driving to Flagstaff, I got just beyond the mountains surrounding Vegas and the landscape opened up to a gorgeous expanse of desert and more mountains. The reality of being here hit me again, but hard. I started half-laughing, half-sobbing, saying, "oh my god, I'm here. I'm doing this," over and over. There was one turn that revealed a mind-bending view of several peaks that seemed very close and made me think of huge swells on the ocean. The view of Lake Mead was gorgeous but the sun sinking into the mountains was one I was sorry to have behind me. The 4-hour drive was otherwise uneventful and I got to the hostel at around 10. A woman in my dorm happened to be from Philly and now lives in Santa Fe.
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| The Grand Canyon Hostel in Flagstaff, AZ |
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