Tomorrow, I head out on a 22-state road trip. Yippee ki-yay!
I'm driving solo, cross-country to see old friends. While I still can. That’s the
way you start thinking when you get old: “How
many more chances do I get to _______?” – you can fill in your own blank. I’m
filling mine in with “take an 8,000-mile
road trip.”
Over the next four weeks, I'll post here, tidbits from my travels.
Though I've had my share of road trips, none since my Sixties-hippy days have lasted so long. This time, thank god, no more hitchhiking,
bicycles, undependable motorcycles, moving trucks, or Ford Pintos. This time I’ve got a nice, new Honda Pilot, credit cards, and a senior pass for national parks. Plus, what
may be most important of all, a badass wife at home – working every day, watering
plants, feeding the chickens, taking care of our kitties. My being able to
just take off like this – who gets to do that?
I’ll
be car camping when I can. Motels. Staying with friends, some whom I’ve
not seen in years or decades. Stops planned in Hanford (CA), Bullhead City,
Grand Canyon, Flagstaff, Houston, Florida (Pensacola, New Smyrna Beach, Sanibel
Island, Hernando), Michigan (Lansing, Flint, Chelsea), Iowa City, and Fort
Collins.
Is
it overly ambitious? Maybe. We’ll see. Anything can happen
on a road trip. Like the time in 2009 when I hit a peccary pig down in Texas
and got stuck in that god-awful state for way too long (see The
Pecos Pig).
So
here we go. On the road again. Let's see what happens this time...
I used to live in Fort Collins for a number of years. I taught music in the Poudre R.l school district. I used to ice skate on the outdoor rink at the university and watched free movies every week in the uni auditorium.one night the movie was so stinky that at the end we all sat in quiet disbelief.finally some guy up in front stood up and yelled what we were all thinking."What a bummer"
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