Anyone who has ever moved as an adult hates packing. Even though I purged and purged, I was still forced to leave crap behind in California. The essentials, sadly not including wine, were all that would fit into my Beetle.
In a frenzy, I had to decide what was needed (clothes for job interviews) and what could wait, (wine, fancy shoes, and some toiletries). Half way through Nevada, I realized that I should have stashed at least one or two bottles of wine in some nook and/or cranny.
The first leg of our trip took us to Salt Lake City, 10 hours of driving. Here’s the thing, Nevada is REALLY boring outside of Reno and Las Vegas. Also, I’m so goddamn tired of driving my car over mountain passes. I’m looking forward to the flatness of Nebraska. I say that now…
One awesome thing in Nevada is the Deeth Starr Valley exit. At this point, you are probably delirious with boredom, so Deeth Starr is obviously Death Star. Just look at the tips people have left:
OK, that’s funny regardless.
For the first time in my life, I had to drive while it was snowing. It was just a snow shower and nothing was really sticking to the ground, but it was a first nonetheless.
Finally, around 10:00 PM we made it to Salt Lake City. Apparently there were some salt flats we passed. I don’t know what visual trick goes on in my brain, but it was reflective like water. I guess there are flat surfaces on the NaCl that reflect light like water. Sorry to get all science-y (and probably wrong) there.
The only thing that kept me from going crazy was Paul, of course. We traded off the driving duties and tried to keep each other entertained. It’s nice to have someone else in the car, especially someone who makes me laugh so much. I’m not used to long drives without either being alone or surrounded by family.
P.S. When Paul arrived at the airport, this is how I greeted him:
I was the crazy lady wearing a tiara and holding a sign at the airport. Hopefully, I inspired someone to be a little crazy in the name of love because it certainly makes for an interesting anecdote.
Reposted from my blog, Limit Reached: www.limitreached.com
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