Sept. 29, 2004
Flagstaff to Phoenix, AZ
OK, so we didn’t go to the Petrified Forest or the Painted Desert. Well, we did, but it was in the middle of the night, it was closed, and there were no rest areas or truck stops with bathrooms for us to park and wait it out until morning. So Jarico drove 20 miles down the road to a gas station parking lot where we slept. Rather than backtrack, we eased on down the road to Flagstaff.
We were scheduled to have a day off and away from the bus, but once we got to Flagstaff (where we’re playing on Saturday), many of us didn’t go anywhere for a while. We didn’t even get down our bikes and ride.
After traveling for days on end, we had a touch of the ol’ Stockholm Syndrome — sitting inside our wheeled captor, eating lunch, drinking beer, and looking at each other dumbly, not knowing where to go now that the gates were open.