Our third day of hiking, we decided to head to the northern side of Zion National Park and the Kolob Canyons.
We had read that it was much quieter, and after the previous rainy day, we were sure the south side was going to be packed with people. Instead, we wanted to just enjoy our final day in peace.
Which we did.
We hiked about another 10 miles, enjoyed our second meal of MREs and relaxed and breathed. Then we drove to the Brianhead summit and its gorgeous overlook that gave us a view of Arizona, Utah and Nevada.
It was a peaceful, relaxing day.
It was perfect.
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The next day, we packed up our stuff and headed back to Las Vegas for our final night before our early morning flight back home. We washed the car that we had put 1,000 miles on, drove to St. George for In-'N-Out Burger and then put the top down for the final part of the drive.
However, as we drove, the thermometer in the car kept creeping up.
It had started at 60 degrees when we left Brianhead. It reached about 94 degrees in St. George, and then it just kept climbing.
101.
102.
Instead of a nice breeze from having the convertible top down, it felt instead like we were inside a giant blow dryer. Every time I actually let my legs touch together, they would immediately start sweating. I would move my arm from where it had been resting on my purse or the center console and realize I had been dripping sweat the entire time.
Finally, when driving into Nevada and the thermometer reached 106 degrees, we pulled off to the side of the road in a truck pull-off and put the roof up.
Yikes.
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That evening, Nate and I headed to our dinner reservation at Planet Hollywood. We were early, so after losing money at some stupid slots we gave up and went to sit at the bar at Koi --- our favorite sushi restaurant that we always go to when we're near one.
It turned out it was happy hour, so not only did we get to enjoy some fun cocktails and found our favorite blueberry sake but we also got half-price sushi rolls.
Score!
About 45 minutes in, the bartender came to us and said, "Did you see who just walked in?"
"No."
"People just walked in."
That's weird. What people?
I just smiled and nodded.
Oh, interesting...
It wasn't until we reached the hostess stand to actually be seated for our reservation that I realized the bartender didn't say, "People walked in," but "Pitbull walked in."
I realized it, because the hostess' face was smiling but frozen. Her hands were spread out to her sides and she was just staring at them.
She walked away like a robot, staring at her two hands.
"Pitbull touched her," the waitress said to us.
We watched the hostess walk into a back room.
"Did she just leave?" the waitress asked. "She left me. Ummm...ok. I can't believe she just left! I guess follow me."
She seated us, and we saw that a room in the back of the restaurant had a small group in it, but we couldn't make out who it was. We assumed it was Pitbull and his entourage.
After our delicious dinner, we went to the lounge area to finish the drinks we had gotten during dinner. We were talking and laughing and people watching when a white guy dressed in black walk past. I didn't think anything of it. Some guy must have been going to meet up with the rest of his group.
"Did you see who that was?" Nate asked me?
"No."
"That was Pitbull."
"No it wasn't. I know what Pitbull looks like."
He pulled up a picture on his phone.
"Oh, OK. That was Pitbull."
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