Holy Lead feet Batman! I MADE IT TO SEATTLE! (Well, okay, Monroe.) I didn’t doubt that I would, honestly, except while I was going through Snoqualmie Pass today–but I’m getting ahead of myself. [Read more…]
Driving West: Day Three
Epic Road Trip
These are posts about my (currently ongoing) trans-continental road trip in the late summer of 2013. LA to NYC and back again baby! All in my little blue Insight.
Driving West: Day Two
1) uh…
My first year of college, I dreamed that I was back in 8th grade, just totally rocking a geography quiz game. My friends and I were standing in front of a giant map that was a the back of the room, and every country my teacher named, I pointed out with ease. “How do you do that?” one of my friends asked me, eyes wide and tone reverent.
“I dunno,” I replied. “I just do. It’s like the information is just there in my head. For example, I know that Mozambique–” I pointed to the map, “is right there.” When I woke up, I was completely flummoxed. Partly because I was having a dream about 8th grade as an 18-year-old, but mostly because I am pretty bad at geography. [Read more…]
Driving West: Day One
If this was distorted to show how much time I spent in each area, the UP would be taking up most of the image.
I almost called today “Michigan: Day Twenty-Seven”. But I didn’t finish the day in the state, so I decided to categorize this as the start of a new section of my trip. However, it was a close thing. I spent a good eight hours meandering in the Upper Peninsula before I finally buckled down for the drive west. [Read more…]
Michigan: Day Twenty-Six (On the Road Again)
Goodbyes are really hard. They make “hellos” sweeter, but that doesn’t take the acrid taste of a farewell from your mouth, when you’re saying it to someone you love. [Read more…]
Michigan: Day Twenty-Four
It’s hard for me to believe that I’ve been here almost a full month. But it’s the truth. When I arrived, it was warm and humid. The crickets and 17-year cicadas were singing their songs, and the air smelled of warmth and sunlight. Now, the equinox has passed, it is chilly–cold even–at night, and the days feel crisp and cool. The Dexter Cider Mill is in full swing, and the farm markets all along the drive to my parent’s house are selling pumpkins, apples and hayrides.
