Day 11 - After a restful slumber where I dreamed of flying INTO THE WEST to visit Cal the Condor, I awoke with aching feet. If only these heathens called humans hadn't stuffed me into cramped quarters at the top of their tent, I would be fully stretched.
But no! They made me sleep with no room. I'd have more room in the glove compartment! Needless to say, I was a not a chipper bird this fine morning. But Busta was bound and determined to take me on a hike today! Only if he takes me in his pocket, because my feet are killing me! Must be my arches.
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I interrupt this blog to bring you a heart-wrenching story about a man and his rooster. I will call it: The Hike.
Scene: Foot of the hiking trail to Delicate Arch in Arches National Park, Utah. A story told from two different perspectives: one part human, one part aviary.
Benny - It took us 1 hour to hike to the end and I didn't even break a sweat.
Busta - I huffed, wheezed, sputtered, stumbled, scrambled, bumbled, struggled, gasped, cried (briefly) and panted on the way to Delicate Arch. I was sweatier than a fat man in July. Oh, wait, that was me. Benny rode in my pocket on the way up because of his foot hurting him.
Benny - It was a beautiful, sunny day. Busta took numerous pictures of me and my delicate arches.
Busta - I took about 50 pictures of Delicate Arch, 3 of which were with Benny. A lady chuckled when saw me with Benny and told her daughter she should do the same thing with one of her stuffed animals.
Benny - I had to beat the paparazzi off with a stick. Everyone wanted a picture of me and my delicate arches. A gaggle of ladies practically threw themselves at me. All eyes were on me and my delicate arches. Some people even wanted to touch one of them!
Busta - I could literally touch Delicate Arch, that's how close we could get. I couldn't take my eyes off of it! I took pictures from every angle I could think of, including from below. I couldn't get above it, though. I would've need a rope and even then I couldn't climb it!
Benny - Busta roped off the paparazzi so they couldn't get a good angle to take a picture of my delicate arches. Some tried to climb over it, but Busta stood his ground.
Busta - The ground was hard on my butt so I stood up to stretch. As sad as I was to go, I knew I had to start heading down to the parking lot. Wanda and Anna had the car and were picking us up for the rest of our journey.
Benny - Busta was excited to tell me that a car was picking us up to take us for a rest with Journey. I didn't know Journey was in Utah, but they must be at a spa, because they're resting! That sounds like a great idea, because I'm running on empty!
I now bring you back to your regularly scheduled blog.
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The hike really wiped me out (must've been the sun), so I asked if I could be dropped off with Journey. My request was denied, so I spent the rest of the day hanging out with Busta, Wanda and Anna at Canyonlands National Park. Not much to see there, so we did a little more hiking (I didn't leave the car for fear that the paparazzi was following us!) and then went back to camp. Outside of the hike, not much happened today. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep without the paparazzi watching my every move. Part of me was also hoping that Balanced Rock in Arches N.P. didn't fall and come rolling over our tent in the middle of the night. I slept with both eyes open that night, watching the Utah night for a sign of bad things to come. I slept AND I watched - I'm that good!
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