The GPS Detour.

Last week, Katie and I drove to Idaho to visit Katie's friend, BreeAnn. She had just returned from her mission in Australia. I had already met her family while she was away, but it was my first time meeting BreeAnn and now I have a new friend! I left class a little early Wednesday night so we wouldn't have to drive too late. Class was not suppose to end until 9:30PM, but I snuck out at around 7:30. I reserved a hotel room at the Stratosphere in Vegas the night before. I didn't expect much, but the hotel room was sick! We didn't get in until around one in the morning so we pretty much went straight to bed, but we had our own living room. We sleep baller status. The next morning, we went to the In-N-Out store and bought some gifts for our friend, Shalis, who is serving a mission in the Philippines. Afterwards, we had Wendy's for lunch. Katie wasn't too keen on eating there, but I wasn't going to have Taco Bell for the third time that week. I convinced her with the ninety nine cent spicy chicken nugget deal. I got the Baconator and it was beyond amazing! Katie actually liked it too. We left Las Vegas at around eleven and started driving up to Utah, or so we thought. Katie took a nap and when she woke up, she looked at the GPS and it told her we were going the wrong way. I tried to tell her, "Katie, we're on Interstate 15 North. I'm pretty sure we take it all the way to Idaho." I glanced at the GPS and decided that I should follow its instructions. There was no way that I was smarter than the GPS, especially when it comes to directions. I didn't want to be the one to get us lost. We turned around and backtracked for about ten minutes. We then took the road the GPS told us to take. We drove for hours. There were no cars in sight, just a few semi-trucks here and there. We hadn't seen one gas station since Vegas. We drove for a few more hours. Nothing. The GPS was taking us through Nevada. I had never seen so much desert and so little life in my life. We really started to get worried. We were getting close to empty at around four 'o clock and there were still no gas stations. We said a little prayer and not long after the prayer, we saw a little LDS church in the middle of nowhere. That gave us a little bit of hope. We finally encountered a gas station at around five 'o clock. We filled up and drove to Wendover, Nevada and then to Salt Lake City, Utah. It would have been faster to drive straight to Idaho from where we were, but we wanted to see people and cars. Katie and I were a little scared and we didn't want to keep driving down long, desolate roads. We had some Taco Bell in Salt Lake and drove the rest of the way to Idaho. We didn't arrive until about eleven that night. You can't always trust your GPS, they have been known to lead people astray. What does GPS stand for anyway? Global Positioning System? It navigates by a satellite? What!? All I know is it caused a memorable road trip. Idaho was fun, but our vacation didn't last long enough. We hung out with BreeAnn and the Whitehead family. We went to some caves in Rexburg with Jonathan and I met Brittany at Wendy's, not realizing how much it was going to suck. Not Brittany, she is still awesome! The Wendy's is what sucked. It had nothing on the Wendy's in Las Vegas. Nothing. We all went to the Twin Falls temple, which is beautiful by the way. Then Katie and I said goodbye and had to drive all the way back to San Diego. We reserved a hotel in St. George, because Katie wanted to go to the Down East store there the next morning. After Katie went shopping, we drove the rest of the way home and arrived back in San Diego at five.

Katie and I are going to apply for the winter semester at BYU-Idaho. We like it there. It is so much more laid back than San Diego and way cheaper. I guess we'll see what happens when it happens.