27, Unemployed, & Wearing A Sheet

On the road again. We (now a different version of a Tampa friend, Elle has come along for the ride) left Denver on Wednesday en route to San Fran. We stopped the first night at the cheapest accommodations I have seen thus far ($9/bed) in Moab, Utah. The scenery was nothing short of stunning. The immense canyons and formations are such a deep autumn red and that color extends for as far as you can see in any direction. The town itself is full of outdoor enthusiasts (aka a lot of hippies) and is also home to the highest paying McDonalds in the world ($9/hr starting wage w a $1,000 signing bonus). After getting settled into the hostel and having a canned dinner on the front porch, we were invited to a toga party. Since this day also happened to be the day of my birth-we obviously decided to join. It turns out that all of the "outdoor enthusiasts" living in this tiny town-ALL LIVE AT THIS HOSTEL (when you do the math, a bed/rent adds up to less than $300/mo (not so shabby)-but not all of them slept in the beds.) The grounds around the hostel had more campers than any of the nearby camp sites. Regardless, the birthday bash (i enjoy the egotistical version of the story-my bday bash) was a blast, full of entertaining "togas" and interesting "toga-wearers"-a fun time had by all. The next day, bright and early (& about a gallon of coffee later) we hit the road to Salt Lake City.