Part of what this means is that I like going to new and/or exotic locales, eat weird foods, talk with strangers and not know 100% where I'm going to sleep. But this also means that I'm good at the traveling part. This is the 8-hour-flight part, the legs-tucked-up-on-your-luggage part, the waiting-at-the-bus-station part. I'm good at hunkering down, entering my own headspace and getting through the actual process of travel.
This has made me terrible at road trips. Because for all I want to see the remarkable things passing me by at 70 miles-per-hour, I also just want to hold my pee, eat a granola bar and finally get there. It's hard for me to stop my flow and get out to look around, but this time, this drive from California to Utah, solo, I was going to have the road trip I kept meaning to have. I needed to take one sister's car from the other sister's house to our parents and there was no deadline of when I has to be there.
So I cranked up my tunes and took the scenic route, the 88 through California and then the 5, the "Loneliness Highway in America."
|So I stopped at a California fruitstand and got cheap seconds...|
|And pulled over at scenic overlooks with historical/ecological plaques....|
|And took a break to take my shoes off in a lake...|
|And ate lunch at a quirky locales place where the two employees told me about the time Calvin (8-yr-old son of the owner) came in with a garter snake and scared off the lady customers|
|This sandwich was named for the owner, but his wife and son have their own sandwiches, too (the "Calvinator")|
|And in Nevada I stopped at historical sites like Genoa.|
|And saw creepy antique displays|
|And creepy dioramas|
|and creepy jail recreations.|
|And I got to meet up with my friend Dana, who not only let me sleep on her couch, but went hiking with me...|
|To a beautiful, freezing cold lake.|
|And I stopped at Austin NV's cemetary.|
|I thought I'd be all cool and Billion Grave the place, but someone beat me to it!|
|And I went through sweet little towns and got pulled over for going too fast, but was given a kindly lecture about arriving alive and looking out for small towns and animals as I drive.|