days 6, 7 & 8:

DRIVING.
6: went north from denver, colorado to cheyenne, wyoming.
7: crossed the entire state of wyoming to get to salt lake city, utah.
8: crossed the entire state of utah to get to carson city, nevada.
that sums up those days.
i'll have more later. i just want to make sure i don't forget to write it.

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word of advice:

NEVER drive 8 hours straight daily for 3 days. all it does is piss you off. with that to say, utah is awesome and was my favorite city we went to. totally beautiful and a really cool mix of oldschool with newage. there are houses from the turn of the century that are night clubs. rad right? love it there and flights are cheap. winter break anyone?

wyoming was a joke and carson city was trashy.

it was during this part of my trip that something sank in deep that i didn't want nor expect to sink in. leaving my brothers made me realize that i, yet again, did nothing to speak of the joy and love of god, the rawness of him, the stable weight of his presence that rocks my life. my comfortability was more important than the salvation of them. this feeling of failing just sank deeper and deeper and began to touch the parts in my heart that i've blackened so darkly, that even i forgot they were there. i wouldn't even know what was going on until i returned to work on monday and felt like shit. this sounds odd but i am thankful for being unaware of these emotions of my rediscovered blackness because they didn't ruin my or my families trip.

funny story:

we are such a nutty family. when we rolled into wyoming, we were delirious and had to pee. my mother is a hardcore laugher and my dad couldn't wait to pee so he left my brother, mom and myself to get the bags while he raced to the room. well we are inept sometimes and decided to get a dolly for the luggage. apparently, there is a specified front with wheels that turn and a back with wheels that simply give leverage. well needless to say we had the leveraging wheels in front therefore were unable to turn the damn thing at all. so there we were laughing so loud that we were about to piss our pants. we wheeled the thing into the elevator to find that the buttons were on the other side of the thing making it so we couldn't even touch them. after wheeling the thing back out of the elevator then correctly entering it we started laughing even louder. mind you, the hotel was only a sad 3 stories tall and had an indoor pool so it was extremely echoey. finally making it to the room, my dad opens the door and says i could hear you guys all the way from when i left you down stairs until i just opened the door. oh perfect. my mom almost peed her pants but finally made it. good times =)