Greetings from Taos, New Mexico! Someone at my office described Taos as being "New Agey, with a hint of Musical Theater." I'd be more likely to describe it as "closed" due to the fact that when we got here last night at 9PM, everything except the Sonic Burger was pretty much done for the night...even the Chow Cart!
Yesterday we made the long 350+ mile trip from Denver after eating breakfast with Aunt Susie. After being in the car for a long, long while, Jon and I began to starve to death. Again. As Jon pointed out to me last night, as soon as we start talking about food, we should stop. But we didn't. Instead we kept driving. And driving. Six hours after breakfast, we still hadn't eaten a real meal. We stopped in South Park and bought some Fiddle Faddle, but after losing most of it to Jon's crotch (giving their slogan "Grab a Handful of Fun" a whole new meaning) we began the long, slow descent into dementia.
We hit the Alligator farm just to spite Cowboy Wes, and had to stop ourselves from eating the reptiles, who were busy trying to eat us. Eventually, we found our way to the Lounge restaurant/gift shop right by the Great Sand Dunes in Colorado.
Afterwards, we explored the Great Sand Dunes! Apparently, wind carries dust and sand here...and just leaves it, giving it the appearance of a gigantic, hilly beach with no water...which, I suppose, is essentially a desert.
As we were entering the Dune area, we saw a small child place a sled by a dumpster as he and his family went back to their car. Obviously, with no other choice, Jon picked it up so he could slide down some of the sandy hills...and, since I had a camera, I wasn't going to stop him. Once we went up a few steep hills (my fattiness, combined with the thin air at that altitude made for a slower journey than Jon would have liked, I'm sure...) Jon tried to slide down, using the sled...
...which was about as effective as naming your restaurant "Grimo's." The ensuing hilarity is captured on video and will be posted as soon as humanly possible. While there wasn't really much to do at the Dunes, other than climb hills and pass out, the photos were pretty incredible.
Afterwards, Jon and I made it to Taos and passed out after the people in the room downstairs banged on the ceiling. Apparently, we were making too much noise as we tried to blog the night away.
StupidTaos. Now, we're off to Santa Fe, where more hilarity promises to ensue. Also, I promise my next entry won't be so boring. Go read Jon's if you want something funny.