With hopes of jumping 60 ft. cliffs that Derik told us about, we sought out Lake Travis. After taking nearly an hour and half because of a Garmin GPS, we encountered the smelliest toilet in the universe before stumbling upon a nice jumping point.

John was a little more willing than me to leap like an unmasked Bruce Wayne into the muggy waters.

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“Is this a joke, boy?” the slightly overweight salesman originally from Ft. Worth said with a relaxed demeanor. He gave me two options:

1. Redneck style ($250)
2. Cowboy style ($900)

After explaining to him our endeavors to make it to New York staying on woo-peoples’ couches, I agreed on the coolest (and least expensive) Lone Star state get-up.

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10,000 ft. to be exact.

Since arriving in Albuquerque, our hopes to find some attractions specific to the region were met with some confusion. If we were in Mexico, it’d be simple: tequila, cervesas, and mamacitas. It just so happens that New Mexico has all three, but that left a little more to be desired. After our failed attempts to connect with our woo-girls we knew in the area, we decided to head to Sandia’s Peak. Atop this peak, we were taken aback by the beautiful panaromic view of the Cibola National forest, and decided to treat ourselves to a few drinks atop this majestic vantage point. It was clear that while the elevation change did not affect our alcohol tolerance atop, once we arrived back to the car we felt a little woozy, but in a good way nonetheless.

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Currently driving through Arizona on the I-40E, and we’re getting smashed on by the rain gods. We left Vegas this morning, and decided to re-route our trip into Albuquerque rather than staying in Phoenix for two days, because we have more people to meet in New Mexico. Fortunately for me, I’ve always like the name “albuquerque” but have never had the pleasure of going there… this will change in the next couple of days. More…