Road Trip: Iowa-California
In somewhat predictable fashion, I spontaneously decided to drive to Los Angeles to help my sister move apartments, hang out with a good friend in Tahoe, and explore other areas along the way. If you can’t tell, I’m incredibly awesome at not planning out anything in advance. Except, I like to think of it as planning to not plan. It keeps things exciting. However, one day, I’m going to throw in a, “I just bought a plane ticket to this place. We leave in a few months.” I mean, can you imagine? I hope so, because honestly, I can’t. The thought almost gives me anxiety.
I quickly glanced at a map, packed up my new used car, and set out to really break it in.
This is a good place to add that I have now driven through Nebraska EIGHT times in 2011. If you don’t know anything about driving through Nebraska, I can sum it up as long, flat, boring, and slightly smelly. Driving through Nebraska is akin to road trip torture. However, since I live/am based in Iowa, there is really no good way to get anywhere slightly interesting without first falling into a comatose state due to the monotony of outstretched hinterland. I tried to spice things up by documenting my first bathroom break and eventual suicide:
The other problem with the length of Nebraska is that, when coming from Iowa, it’s usually dark by the time you reach land with any hint of three-dimensionality, e.g. Colorado. However, it is always nice when you wake up in a hotel, look out the window, and see things you did not know were there at 2 am the night before. That is exactly how the second day of my drive started. Colorado, Utah, and a tiny piece of Arizona were much more visually satisfying. In fact, I stopped at way too many “View Areas” to take in the scenery. Being by myself in a car and randomly driving through places I have never seen before is pretty much where I reflect on life and create lofty future plans. It is also where I get that really-good-feeling-that-I have-no-idea-how-to-explain. I guess, exploring with minimal restraint is where I find my “happy place”.
I often ask myself if I travel because I’m running away from something. Maybe. But, I’m okay with that. I can’t imagine doing anything else. However, free gas would be super nice…
- Road Trip: Iowa-Florida
- Road Trip: Iowa-Florida, Part II
- Road Trip Part II: Heading North
- Road Trip Part III: Lithuania↔Croatia