Let's Make the Worlds Stupidest Stand and Truly Mean It

When we last left our heroes they were stomping their way across the rocky valleys of Utah. Fat Boys taking on the land of polygamy.

While Utah had plenty to offer in the way of beauty...it didn't have much in the way of identity...or at least not a positive one. There are many areas of this nation that I dismiss for various reasons...but for Utah I only need the LDS Church. I follow the belief that no one can bring me down unless I let them...but sometimes the Mormons try just hard enough to scratch my outer shell. There's just something about dismissing a huge part of my identity that just annoys the fuck out of me...but hey...since we escaped Utah with our minds and souls I guess I can't complain too much. Besides, Arches National Park was gorgeous.
Today we conquered a mountain. Sure it wasn't by foot, but cut us some slack...we are fat boys. It was a breathtaking experience to behold...11,000 feet in the air. Nerve-racking as it was; it was one the most surreal moments of our lives...we touched clouds. It was a difficult drive for either of us to make...and at times it was downright terrifying. But we pressed on...we had to. What would this trip be if either of us gave in to fear? How could we justify giving up? Never had my life felt so delicate in a vehicle. I have always felt in total control as a driver...but something about being surrounded by clouds changed the way the driving game is played. It was about the time that we peaked our second mountain that my confidence took hold and the absolute beauty of the experience began to dawn on me.

On this trip, David and I have conquered many an issue that we planned to encounter...even if it was just in our subconscious thoughts. There have been things learned about each other, things learned about ourselves...but this was a fear that I never expected to be forced to face at such an extreme level. If I let my irrational side get the better of me, then my driving could have faced the consequences...not every turn and drive along the side of a cliff had a protective railing...and most of the road was gravel and unfinished. I needed to keep myself together and not be too afraid to keep going...as that was the only way to actually get off that fucking mountain.

Now that it's all said and done with, we can both look back and appreciate the experience for what it was. Another stepping stone to finding the core of who we are as individuals...but more importantly...what we can be as a team. David's reassurance of his trust in me on the narrow roads at the peak of the mountain was the only way I think I could have calmly gotten through it.

It has been a few days since either of us have come on here to add to the adventure so now both of us are typing away to let you...our faithful audience...know the inner workings of our journey. I've been editing away at video over the last couple of days, but my video editing perfectionist habits have begun to take hold. This trip will result in some form of a fully edited documentary...but for video on the blog...I will just be using raw video for the rest of the trip.

"Don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he ever wanted? He lived happily ever after."