|The Burma-Shave ads were really something. They made me think of my dad, who has a fondness for cool, vintage things. These advertisements were the type where there would be several roadside signs in a series each with one line of a rhyme. Each series ended with the Burma-Shave logo. Such as: "Violets are Blue - Roses Are Pink - On the Graves - Of Those - Who Drive and Drink - Burma-Shave" or "To Kiss - A Mug - That's Like a Cactus - Takes More Nerve - Than It Does Practice - Burma-Shave" If you want to see some more there is a website I found dedicated to these Burma-Shave jingles.|
Saturday, February 28, 2015
With a mix of emotions we woke before dawn on our last day of megavacationing. This was the day to make the trek back to Vegas where we'd whisk away on plane and land home again in Montana. It seemed like quite an epic distance to traverse in comparison with some of our leisurely drives and hikes in the previous week. We were both sad to see our southwestern adventures ending and excited to sleep in our own beds.
Friday, February 27, 2015
We went to the "village" and used a pay phone to call Hannah for a pick-up from the airport when we got back--we'd failed to arrange this detail before we left somehow--and then hit up the coin-op showers. In full disclosure, we hadn't bathed since we'd left Vegas almost a week before. We'd been hiking in the hot sun and we were, well, overdue for a shower if we were going to get into an airplane and sit near strangers. I took a $4, 16 minute long shower. It was probably the best five dollars I spent on the trip. We both felt like new people afterwards. While waiting for the shower we also ran into a couple who recognized us as their camp neighbors from Zion. What a small world!
For our last night in the park--and on vacation--we decided to pack up supplies to make dinner out on Shoshone Point. We went extra early since we missed the best part of sunset so many times over the journey. As a result we got there with plenty of time to kick back, relax, and try to take in as much canyon glory as we could fit in the remaining hours.
saw another tarantula. All of the sudden it was just feet away from us. We didn't see it walk into sight. It was just there. As we watched it the spider made its way to the lip of the rim and crawled down, out of sight. Matt joked that that is the real reason the rangers advise people to say at least six feet from the edge of the rim--who knows when a big ol' spider might appear and startle a person enough as to cause them to fall off the edge. The freaky part was that is was right where we'd been sitting on one of our previous visits to Shoshone Point. Yuck. I know its just a spider, but still...yuck.