Last week Carolyn and I experienced something grand, something that most of my fellow DNAers also got to experience: the great American Road Trip. It started when I flew out of San Francisco at 6 in the morning to go down to Texas to help pack up and to venture on west. Fortunately for me, Texas was right on the cusp of a cold front so it was a cool 100 degrees instead of 105. Ahhhh how I missed Texas. Actually though, I found out I do miss Texas. As much as the actual state was silly, flat and hot, I had great friends there and I loved work. When I was approaching DFW, we flew over the Red Robin that we would always have birthday lunches at. I was surprised that it made me really nostalgic and sad. It was like flying home except that most everyone has left and pretty much all that’s left are memories and Carolyn.
In case you haven’t done it, I would strongly advise to try this just once. Pack up all of your belongings, live in an apartment complex without an elevator, and then move all of this stuff in 100 degree heat. No, really, it’s fun. On the plus side, every time I would come up the stairs, Carolyn would have a surprise for me. Whether it was a present she’d bought me or just another box ready to move, it helped keep motivation high in the heat. The biggest surprise however was after moving roughly 70% of everything, we decided it was time to move the couch. Little did we realize, the couch has wheels. So we brought it down the stairs into her parking garage and then pushed it down the ramp the remainder of the way. Only then did it sink in that we could have been using this couch as a cart for the last 4 hours. Ahh, sweet joys of packing…
And off we were. To be honest, I was not too excited. I like the midwest, I like the east, I like the pacific northwest. As far as I knew, I did not like the southwest. But fortunately I was wrong. It was beautiful. Granted Texas was nothing too special but once we got into New Mexico, it was a totally different area of America. There were landscapes and rock formations like I had never seen. Well, I saw them in Cars but i thought that that was just artistic freedom. I had no clue that the mesas and buttes would roll off into the horizon so beautifully looking like giant art deco train engines. Furthermore, Carolyn was obsessed with Route 66 to the point of Jeremy-level enthusiasm, where he gets all riled up and wacky about something that I find to be silly. Jeremy ends up making those oddities ridiculously fun though and the same can be said about Carolyn and Route 66. So much to my timeframe-minded regret, we got off the main interstate and pulled onto Route 66 for some photos and sightseeing. As much time as that took from our trip, it added to our enjoyment. Unfortunately we had to eventually get scooting, so we packed up the tripod and joined the rest of traffic on the main roads. I can’t wait to go back though and take a road trip through all of Route 66.
Regretfully, our trip had some serious time constraints. I had to get back to work on Monday which meant that we had to get from the middle of New Mexico to San Francisco in a day. Which is doable but when we were talking to some people in Flagstaff about it later in the day, they showed their support with phrases such as “haha, good luck” and “oh wow.” So we drove a pretty hardcore schedule but in doing so, we weren’t able to see anything that wasn’t directly off the main road (i.e. Grand Canyon, etc.). But now we have a much clearer view of what we want to see when we get another chance to get down there.
if you want to see the rest of the photos, check them out here.