26.2 Miles and a Liter of Beer
Today was all about Monika. She was out at the crack of dawn to start the Lake Mead Marathon, while the rest of us took on the “strenuous” task of being a support crew.
The Lazy Marathon
Since the race route looped back by our campground every couple of hours, our day was a rhythm of snacks, beers, and Sudoku, punctuated by sprinting to the crossroads to cheer. By the final leg, we’d all downloaded air horn apps on our phones and jogged the last stretch with her. We were likely more of a nuisance than a motivation, but hey – only 0.15% of people ever finish a marathon. Great job Monika!
A Taste of Munich in the Mojave
To celebrate, we headed into Las Vegas to the Hofbrauhaus. Monika’s family is German, and this stop is a non-negotiable tradition when they’re in town. We went all in: massive plates of schnitzel, heaps of sausages, and liters of beer.
As we were finishing up, a crew of about 20 bros in matching tracksuits stormed in and started getting spankings from the waitress right away (no joke, look it up). Based on the volume, I can only assume we were witnessing the very beginning of a long, legendary night of Vegas debauchery.
Back to Reality
After saying goodbye to Monika’s parents (who began the long haul back to Colorado), the four of us caravanned back to the lake. We fell asleep to the “soothing” sounds of a developed campground: generators humming and car alarms chirping. Poor Josh is currently is braving it all in a tent!
