Road Tripping – ‘Tis the season for road trips — if time and money were out of the equation, what car-based adventure would you go on? (If you don’t or can’t drive, any land-based journey counts.)
We’re a road tripping sort of country. Our rail system is not nearly as good as Europe’s and we love our cars.
Personally, we’re less enamored of cars than we were. Maybe because we can’t afford luxury cars or because the price of gasoline is so high. Or the idea of spending all those endless hours in a car doesn’t sound like fun.
But wait! The WordPress folks are offering to cover all the expenses! So let’s get started. Stretch limo and driver. Get the road atlas. America, here we come.
Arrangements to be made. Someone has to be here to take care of the dogs. And we have to renew all our medications so we don’t run out. I hope the motels have decent beds. Better bring our own pillows.
What else? These days, we take more gear than clothing!
- Cell phone
- Electric toothbrush
- Chargers for everything
- Extra batteries
- Extension cords
Clothing. Who knows what the weather is going to be? We’re covering a lot of territory, so we need to be ready for anything and everything. We’d better bring warm clothing for the mountains. Nights are likely to be chilly. And rain gear, comfortable shoes. Sandals, maybe boots too. Bathing suits? From desert to mountain, hot and humid coastline and everything in between.
Oh, you want to know where we’re going? To see America. Outbound via the northern route across the Rockies, while the weather holds. Down the west coast — Washington through Oregon to California. Long stay in San Francisco, then south through Carmel and Monterey to Hollywood. We have studios to see!
To the southwest, now. A good friend in Arizona beckons. At least a week there. Maybe all of us can take the limo to Monument Valley, see where John Ford shot all those westerns!
Off to New Orleans. We were there before Katrina. I guess it’s not going to be quite the same city, but we aren’t the same people either. 1997 seems an eternity ago. Sexy, sinful New Orleans … great food, music and some say, vampires.
We’re tired, but we have people to visit in Florida. Then we’ll head up the east coast stopping to see friends and family along the way. The final hop to home. Sleeping all the way from New York to our front door. Too weary to care about anything.
How long were we gone? Seems like forever … or no time at all. Oh, right. We haven’t left yet. Even in a the limo of our imagination, a lot of miles.
Maybe we’ll just take a little trip to Maine. The rest of America can wait.