Two other intern friends of mine and I visited Moab, Utah to visit the Arches National Park.
There were a lot of red rocks and a lot of sand. They were just a bunch of rocks, but damn where they nice, beautiful, hot rocks. The views were unbelievable.
Mads also sold Mary Margaret & I some color film to take pictures with in the desert! Can't wait to get those developed.
We walked in heat advisory temperatures on Saturday through some of the trails at the national park and went back to the campsite on the Colorado River. Then, Mads made some dinner, after everyone struggled with the knives while trying to cut the sweet potatoes, then we went BACK to the park after dark to try to stargaze and see the Milky Way (but there was a bright moon and clouds so no milky way that night). The moon was so bright (and with no light pollution), there were shadows that night. A nice photographer man from Canada was there trying to capture the Milky Way as well, but no luck.
The next morning we skipped the sunrise hike, packed up, grabbed breakfast at the Jailhouse Café, previously a jailhouse, and went to the information center for souvenirs.
Then we drove back to Colorado, saw a Mystery Machine, a gas station inviting aliens to land there, and got back with an hour for Mads and I to spare to get ready for our shift at work.
I thought I would be so tired and beat, but after I showered and got back in to the swing of things, I felt so refreshed. I did get to sleep on the ride home, though, and I did have some caffeine afterwards. So. That may have had something to do with it.
In fact, I was so refreshed, that after my shift, I visited the other intern's housing situation and while Zeke and Tara were giving their tour, I walked straight into the screen door :') The residents taped around my forehead mark and labelled it "Yari 2022".
I facetimed my family after work and my dad said I looked a lot happier.
Other notable occurrences:
-A light flickers in the basement pro-shop a little too often. Sometimes in response to questions. Cat says the ghost's name is Frank.
-(a couple of days after the trip) I made some drawings from the pictures I took and had a small brain dump in my sketchbook about being the eldest daughter in an immigrant family.