Last Sunday, we finally got the Razor back out on the trails. Our friend from Chicago joined us, we met him at 8 o'clock at MGM to go offroading in Logandale. The night before we were up late drinking, I'll save those shenanigans for another post.
I was groggy after waking, but I didn't really feel hungover until we were on I-15. Nausea settled in and the pounding in my head worsened. It stuck until noon. And then came back in waves. Whoops and hangover don't go well together, I've never experienced motion sickness, but I bet this is what it feels like. It's been 1.5 years since I've been hungover and I hope it was the last. It was such a beautiful day and it was so great to back on the trails, I made the most of it. It didn't let it hinder our day.
Boys will be boys, tossing boulders to hear the echo from the stones plummeting off the cliff.
I was able to find one tiny wildflower bloom in the sea of red sand and desert grass.
The day was just another reminder why I pink puffy heart love the desert!