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Get it together, Utah.
We hit snow, but not until Utah, which is a damn sight better than the Rockies, and certainly not in show-stopping amounts.
After trying--and failing--for 45 minutes to sleep in the passenger seat, I started eyeing the back of the car, where Tery had stacked our bags, coolers and coats into a more or less level heap (another benefit to driving is we've packed for three seasons).
I asked myself why the hell not and sprawled across the top like a giant cat, my ass and elbows settling into crevices with some contorting. It was no memory foam mattress topper, but I was at last able to let go of consciousness. It felt like road trips in my parents' car as a kid, except I was a lot more compact then.
We switched off on a deserted exit with nothing but scrub bushes and mesa formations for miles. I peed on the side of the road while Tery stretched her legs. The full moon created an eerie day-for-night look to the landscape.
I stopped for gas 50 miles into route 15. My eyes were burning too much to be fixed with caffeine, and Tery wasn't finding the luggage mattress to be the slice of bliss I had painted it as. We realized we were a little beyond our prime all-nighter years, plus at our current pace we would make Vegas by 6 a.m. and check-in wasn't until 3 p.m. We agreed it would be best to get a room for a few hours.
The Comfort Inn conveniently next to the gas station wanted $74 for the night. Oh, get over yourself. We drove another 30 miles to Cedar City and found a Travelodge for $42--same as the Luxor only a good deal dodgier (hopefully). Still, we slept like rocks in the rock hard bed.
Not the Luxor
Not sure whether to blame Utah or my Android phone, but it took so long to download a hotel-finder app we had to do it the old-fashioned way, by following a billboard with the price advertised, like neanderthals.
Today, far less driving and Sin City!
After trying--and failing--for 45 minutes to sleep in the passenger seat, I started eyeing the back of the car, where Tery had stacked our bags, coolers and coats into a more or less level heap (another benefit to driving is we've packed for three seasons).
I asked myself why the hell not and sprawled across the top like a giant cat, my ass and elbows settling into crevices with some contorting. It was no memory foam mattress topper, but I was at last able to let go of consciousness. It felt like road trips in my parents' car as a kid, except I was a lot more compact then.
We switched off on a deserted exit with nothing but scrub bushes and mesa formations for miles. I peed on the side of the road while Tery stretched her legs. The full moon created an eerie day-for-night look to the landscape.
I stopped for gas 50 miles into route 15. My eyes were burning too much to be fixed with caffeine, and Tery wasn't finding the luggage mattress to be the slice of bliss I had painted it as. We realized we were a little beyond our prime all-nighter years, plus at our current pace we would make Vegas by 6 a.m. and check-in wasn't until 3 p.m. We agreed it would be best to get a room for a few hours.
The Comfort Inn conveniently next to the gas station wanted $74 for the night. Oh, get over yourself. We drove another 30 miles to Cedar City and found a Travelodge for $42--same as the Luxor only a good deal dodgier (hopefully). Still, we slept like rocks in the rock hard bed.
Not the Luxor
Not sure whether to blame Utah or my Android phone, but it took so long to download a hotel-finder app we had to do it the old-fashioned way, by following a billboard with the price advertised, like neanderthals.
Today, far less driving and Sin City!
The iPhone App AroundMe can find any business you want it to find. Blindfolded. Naked.
I'm impressed with you for keeping up the updating on the road.
I knew I should have packed my iPhone
Girl, you don't know the half of it. Apparently there are no cell phone towers anywhere in Utah, which didn't stop me from spending every free moment from trying to get that one stupid photo uploaded. That post damn near cost me my marriage.
So don't get too used to it, I expect similar difficulties in the ass end of CA where my family lives.
That should always be on the checklist. Now you know.
Yeah I'm super proud that my money's in there somewhere. I was going to go again, but I got sucked into some high school play.
You're just lucky you've found someone to whom you can admit that you HAVE a livejournal.
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Why do they even still make phone books, I wonder?
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Whoo!
...whoo.
I'm excited to hear about your Vegas experience.
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(Btw, tickets went on sale for the Alan Rickman play at the Brooklyn Academy of Music today. Will be buying for the show and the discussion. I know you'll be here in spirit.)
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I look forward to reading about your adventures!
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I have been to Utah though, and loved it. Best air I've had in a while.
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