God and Arby's and the Grand Canyon

We drove from Santa Fe to Kingman, AZ today with a side trip to the Grand Canyon. It was pretty amazing, so much so that it looks like a fake Mars backdrop for a big budget blockbluster. We saw a herd of elk and a happy Momma Rigaz got to take a lot of pictures.

We also saw proof that god exists in the form of an Arby's. We were starving in Arizona and I picked up the prayer beads the Gram makes me keep in my car and said, "Baby Jesus, please bring us an Arby's or Chick-fil-a. I am freakin' hungry." Next exit had an Arby's. For real. Although there are tons of Arby's along I-40. We have also entered In N Out Burger territory, which is a religion in itself.

It's that time again for...

Momma Rigaz's Wildlife and Roadkill Report

DEAD
2 coyotes
1 deer
2 elk
1 skunk

ALIVE
A herd of 14 pronghorms
A herd of 10 elk
Millions of cows

Hmmm what else. My hair turned kind of orange because I used a different shampoo one morning, and I now have a temporary muffin top from eating Southern food. Forgot to mention the ridiculous billboards we saw in Arkansas, some damning us to hell, others reminding us all that "God is lord!" and two that were totally awesome: "Jean shorts are never okay" and "There's no such thing as a good mullet."

We saw buttloads of tumbleweeds today, but no armadillos. A wooden flute-playing shop-owner in Santa Fe told us that bored drunk guys in the South and Southwest like to stick beer cans in the arms of dead armadillos like this:

We're entering the final leg of our road trip. Only 350 miles to go (!!!), about 5 to 7 hours depending on Friday traffic. Should be a nice initiation into LA driving...