EPILOGUE: The Voyage Home

Being back is exhausting! "We'll post an update later tonight," turned into a day and a half of decompression, depression and recovery. We're back to "life." Colin produced an hour of news today and Emily spent her two hours in traffic (oh how she misses the open road).

The final leg of our trip, Flagstaff to Los Angeles, was marked by two distinct parts of the journey. The first part - mountainous desert and vast sandy plains - was characterized by desolation and openness. The second part - say, the part where you get on the I-15 just south of Barstow - was marked by good, old fashioned Los Angeles smog and stop and go traffic. Isis particularly didn't enjoy the traffic, continually updating our estimated arrival time to the point where her normally reliable travel time prediction was off by about 45 minutes. Isis forgot what L.A. traffic was like. So did we.

And is there a worse feeling in the entire world than blasting across America, open road at your feet, for nearly three weeks, only to have to hit the brakes for a stop-and-go final 45 miles to home?

Also, a tip for future travelers: Grab that last gas at the trucker rest stop thing in Arizona, because once you cross the border to Needles, they bend you over. Most expensive gas of the trip, but after crossing all that desert, you need it. And they know it. Ouch!

When we got home, we were greeted by two loved ones - Emily's mom, Jody, who prepared a fantastic welcome home picnic lunch for us, and, of course, JoJo, the world's cutest (and, we guess, oldest) puppy. JoJo was sad we'd left his potential brother/sister behind in Clarksville, but he's still top dog in this household, at least for now.

So now, we're back. It's all over. A 5200-mile journey across America, finally come to an end.

Thanks for coming along on the ride. We'll continue to post for a little while longer -- still some wrapping up and some fun "top three" lists to come -- if you'll keep reading.

DAY 18: Finding Exit 16

We made it home. The loop is complete, and what a loop it was. We'll post an update later tonight.

Mood: Glad to be back.

DAY 17: Dinged!

Or, "I went to Santa Fe and all I got was this lousy hole in my windshield."

It was a day of progress, as we covered large chunks of ground, but that progress came at a price - a price that will be determined by the fine folks at Robertson Honda on Monday. Other than Emily's falls and Colin's visit to Kansas City's St. Luke's Emergency Room, the trip has been carefree, worry free, hassle free and generally uneventful (in a good way). And then, today, the second to last day of our trip, we started to "review". We talked about the trip being carefree, worry free, hassle free and generally uneventful (in a good way), and then, just because we'd been talking about it, something not-so-great happened. As we approached the first serious traffic jam of our 4,500 or so mile trek, a rock came flying at the windshield - we were dinged! It's a small crack, not unlike the millions of small windshield cracks suffered by drivers every year. Still, to come this close, with an almost entirely "clean" trip was perhaps asking too much. If a dinged windshield is the worst of our car troubles this trip, we've done pretty well.

Today we awoke in Amarillo, Texas. (It happens.) We got in late last night, went straight to bed, woke right up and hit the road. Emily started the day in the driver's seat. She almost made it all the way to Santa Fe (a good 200 miles) and then Colin took over. Santa Fe, a little out of our way, was a bonus stop - recommended by many, we knew the city was not to be missed. When we got there, the main town square was packed! Today was "Fiesta de Santa Fe." There were tourists everywhere, so we fit right in. It was a festival of food, music, dancers, artists, and the most amazing part, we found parking. So what did we do? We ate, we shopped, and then in Colin and Emily fashion, we ate some more. Technically, the first feeding was just a snack, an ear of freshly roasted corn dipped in butter (of course!) that we shared. The second feeding was lunch. If you're ever in Santa Fe, be sure to go to Cafe Pasquals - one of our best meals on this trip, and we've had many. (Thanks Doug and Mary for the recommendation.)

After lunch we gave up our prime parking spot to some other lucky couple. We headed south to Albuquerque (where we were dinged...grrr!), and then turned west until we could drive no more. Our last sunset of the trip (we're optimipistic that tomorrow's sundown will be seen from the comfort of home) was stunning.

We spent most of yesterday and today following the old Route 66. This morning, to get Emily enthused about driving, we sang along to Chuck Berry's rendition of "Route 66." Oklahoma City was mighty pretty, we Gallup-ed through New Mexico, and just before settling in for the night, we didn't forget Winona, and stopped for gas. The best part? Printed on the bottom of the gas receipt was "Don't Forget Winona!!!" How could we?

When we checked in to the hotel tonight, we received one special bonus. A free hour! Yes, Flagstaff is on Pacific time, and now, so are we. Home is just over the horizon. 4,500 miles down... five hundred to go.

Current Mood: Almost Home - Happy and Sad

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DAY SIXTEEN: Hello, Oklahoma, Goodbye, Oklahoma

A day. This was a day.

Highlights: The Clinton Presidential Library and Museum. Being willingly kidnapped by our hotel shuttle driver for an impromptu tour of Little Rock. Buying Clinton gear at the museum store.

And then, driving. Lots of driving. And when the only real break from the driving is a stopover at the Oklahoma City National Memorial, well, the second half of the day was a tad on the draining side.

We did, however, make it safely around a Texas-sized thunderstorm (oh, the lightning!), and have hunkered down for the night in Amarillo, TX. Back on the road tomorrow, as the closer home gets, the more we want to get there.

Current mood: Ready for bed!

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DAY FIFTEEN: Elvis Has Left the Building

We woke up in Memphis this morning, and are spending the night in Little Rock, Arkansas. And while these two cities are just about 120 miles apart, we feel like the day was spent well! After a delicious breakfast in Memphis at the Blue Plate Cafe, we saw the ducks make their way in to the fountain at the famed Peabody Hotel. (It's only moderately oversold... it's actually quite darling.) Then some shopping in and around downtown Memphis got us warmed up for the shopping extravaganza that is a trip to Graceland.

Now, Colin had a saying about Graceland before the visit: "It is every American's God-given right to be disappointed by a trip to Graceland." But afterward, he wasn't disappointed at all. Instead, it was Emily who ended up wondering, "What was the big deal with this Elvis guy, anyway?" And while a lesser man may have decided at that point to make the journey westward a solo mission, Colin did allow Emily back in the car, and it was off to Little Rock.

It was rainy, very rainy during the trip. Which was, you know, not ideal driving weather. But what can you do? We holed up in the hotel for the night, played cards, did laundry, and decided this night was just what we needed to recharge the batteries for the long drive home.

And we'll start that journey in earnest tomorrow. After a visit to the Clinton library, of course.

More posting as we find roadside WiFi to post with!

Current Mood: Elvis'd Out

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DAYS 10 – 14 PART TWO: I'm Considering, I'm Considering...

Continued tales from the family reunion…

Here’s the thing about the hayride at the Burke Kerr Newton O’Brien family reunion. You need to go early. There’s a hayride near ‘bout every hour, on the hour, but the later the day gets, the more tractor driver and reunion host Kevin Burke has been, uh, enjoying the adult beverages. So if there’s one piece of advice Emily received, repeatedly, it was this – go on the hayride, early.

So she did, climbing aboard with Colin and about fifteen other souls for an off-road excursion through the Indiana countryside.

And, in a hayride first, halfway through the ride, we had to bail.

Turns out, Kevin was driving extra cautiously (it was early), and so, all of us hopped off the back of the trailer, while Kevin negotiated an especially steep ditch. We then hopped back on, and the ride continued uneventfully. (By “uneventfully,” we mean there were no more than the average amount of branches snapping back in to the hay riders faces, and that no souls were lost overboard. This is not always the case…)

Emily met wave after wave of Colin’s relatives, and near relatives. Oddly, some of the nicest people at the “family” reunion are what we would consider third cousins, four times removed… or what Colin’s Grandma would call, “strangers.” These were the friends of the family, a group that, at times, threatened to outnumber actual descendents of the O’Brien clan, and included a very nice young husband, wife, and newborn whom we met near the volleyball courts. (Hi, Wiley, Missy, and baby Joss! Thanks for letting us babysit… your camera. Read the past entries of the blog, and that should explain the photo we took of Car Woody while you were off on the hayride…)

There was, as always, a lot of volleyball played, but not by your intrepid but injury prone bloggers. Colin usually plays a game or two; Emily was thrice injured in the week leading up to the game (slip and fall in Kansas City, tough tumble in St. Louis, and “ego” bruised, too), and was listed as “doubtful” and a game-time decision on the Vegas tip sheets. We both later did get some volleyball practice in, and look forward to someday leading a team of O’Brien descendants including Colin’s siblings Alanna (6’0”), Morgan (6’1”), and cousins Cody (at least 6’2”) and Ryan (about the same) to volleyball victory over the much shorter Kerr/Burke branch of the family tree. Plus, any game interrupted by Kevin Burke's smoked meat breaks... well, that's a game you've got to enjoy. (Car Woody checked out the barbecue and smoker situation, and pronounced it "delicious.")

As has been tradition at the last few reunions, Colin organized a tournament game of poker. Five dollars to buy in, and with seven takers, first place was worth 25 bones, with the silver medalist doubling their initial investment and taking home a ten-spot. Everyone else got nothing. It should come as no surprise that FCOR (First cousin, once removed) Dale was the big winner; he’s played a few hands of poker down at the firehouse, no doubt. And also no surprise, to anyone who’s ever played with her, was Emily’s second place showing. Emily threw down, betting strong and kicking cousins to the curb, claiming victory in a hard fought battle with Cody for the money bubble spot. (Going out third when the top two places pay out is harsh… Sorry, Cody!) As a side bonus, Emily’s poker win also gave her and FCOR Dale something to talk about, besides fishing and bow hunting. (After Colin wrote this part, Emily said: “You know, that’s really funny, but I want to make it clear that I enjoyed talking to him! You know, that’s not the only thing we talked about… I really liked him!” Okay, it’s clear.)

Emily later more than earned her O’Brien credentials, answering the call for the last hayride of the day. Survive the seven o’clock ride, and you join an elite group of daredevils and thrill seekers. (It’s been said that “surviving the final hayride” was a stunt deemed “too extreme” for the recent Jackass movie.) Was it that bad? In a word, yes. But again, through an act of providence (and not Providence Health Care systems), there were no injuries to report.

We were among the last to leave the reunion, and certainly among the first on the list of those who enjoyed and appreciated it. We took great pride in being strong contenders for the prize for “people who came the furthest to attend the reunion.” But our greatest satisfaction and joy came from the number of people (Popps, mostly) at the reunion who came up to us and said they enjoyed the blog, and, more importantly, enjoyed Car Woody. Yay!

Remarkably, it was after this full day of reunion excitement that our day finally started to get interesting. How interesting? Well, Jo Jo, our much-missed cocker spaniel, almost got a new big brother/big sister, and Emily cemented her reputation as a force to be reckoned with, in the world of big-time riverboat gambling.

Let’s start with the pit bull.

Driving home from the reunion, Colin and Emily took a city street that cut in front of the world’s second largest clock. It was here they found the world’s second cutest puppy (Jo Jo, of course, being first…), just out for an evening stroll. The problem being, this evening stroll was more than a bit dangerous for the dog, what with it being in the middle of a street and all. So Colin rolled down his window, and tried to tell the dog to get home. The dog wanted no part of that. It wanted “in.” It wanted to go for a ride. It wanted… love? Attention? Affection? Who knows? But when Colin popped open the car door, this puppy was more than happy to spring up in to the CR-V, and see what new adventures awaited.

This was a strong dog, with a strong body, strong muscles, strong jaws, and a strong, affectionate personality. Holding it, and trying to calm it down a bit, it was easy to see how this type of dog could go horribly wrong. Emily took over dog holding duties, while Colin fumbled for a cell phone, trying to come up with a backup plan, since Plan A - get the dog’s name and maybe a phone number from the dog’s collar tag - wasn’t going to work. This pup wasn’t wearing a collar. And he/she (we never checked) was getting a bit more rambunctious. Emily did a good job keeping her voice calm and happy and soothing, while calmly, happily, soothingly saying, “I don’t think I can keep holding him, Colin! He’s going to jump out the window!” He didn’t, but eventually, the best plan we could come up with (and by we, this included Clarksville firefighter Uncle Fred) was to return the dog where we found him, get him out of the street, and sternly tell him to go home. (They don’t have 24-hour animal shelters in Clarksville, we were told.)

And so we did. We dropped him in a safe location, and sternly told him to go home. He sternly hopped up, putting his paws on the ledge of the car window, not wanting to go. Eventually, he did move safely out of the way, and we were off, leaving behind a mysterious friend, with hope that home was waiting for him, somewhere in the Clarksville night.

Because at that point our day hadn’t yet been exciting enough, we decided to continue our tour of America’s riverboat casinos, because, you know, we’re Harrah’s Gold Card holders now, and we were sure that they were just going to be so damn excited to see us and our big money (Ten dollars in slots! Whoo!!) sitting down at the Caesar’s Indiana Riverboat Casino, conveniently located just ten miles down the road.

They certainly were excited in the poker room, where Colin gave a few lessons in “How Not to Win at Low Limit Hold ‘Em.” Ugh!

But the big winner of the night was again Miss Emily Moss, who parlayed a $0.25 bet at her new favorite game, video poker, in to a $68.75 payout when the machine coughed up a royal flush. Ah, if only all gambling was this easy. (Emily: “It was skill!” Please note – she spun a royal flush, not having to make any decision about which cards to keep.)

Emily’s winnings were quickly cashed out, because Emily is the smart gambler. Colin’s winnings were… well, entirely hypothetical. So White Castle, at 2:00am, on our way back in to Clarksville, was on Emily. (We managed to feed “The Crave,” as it’s known, on just about every day of our visit.)

After Sunday’s reunion fun, we had decided to spend a final day in Clarksville, to let America have the roads to themselves. No fun driving on Labor Day! So we went only as far as the Louisville tourist trap and former VISA commercial star Lynn’s Paradise Café. Ugh! Nightmare! The wait for a table? About an hour. Once we had been seated, and our order was taken, the wait for the food to be made and brought to our table? Another 45 minutes! Yikes! It would be one thing if the waitress said to us, “Uh, folks, it’s batshit crazy in here today, cuz of the holiday and all, and three of the cooks called in sick, but we know they were just out having a little too much fun last night, but end result is, it’s gonna be more than a while until we can get you that biscuits and gravy.” Instead, we got zip, zilch, nada, nothing…just a very, very long wait for our order to arrive. Customer service, apparently, is off the menu, at Lynn’s Paradise Café, and it should be avoided at all costs. (Oohh! Busted!)

It was also closing day for the Cincinnati Reds Triple-A farm team, the Louisville Bats, and by the time we got over there to Louisville Slugger stadium, thanks to the Lynn’s debacle, the game was already in about the third inning. However, this did help in the ticket acquisition department, as people were literally giving away ducats to the season-closing affair by the time we arrived. The price was definitely right. We stayed for a while, took in the flavor (Car Woody had himself a big Pepsi and $1 hot dog), then fled the heat and headed back over the bridge for a final evening in Indiana.

FCOR Dale was kind enough to thaw out and fry us some fish (bluegill, mostly, and it was delicious). It should also be pointed out, as it was by FCOR Dale, that this was just “frying up some fish,” and not an official, Dale-sanctioned FishFry™. That involves a whole lot more in the way of fish preparation (although really, the bigger scale is apparently the primary determining factor). Regardless, the hospitality shown by all the FCOR’s was much, much appreciated.

And as for Tuesday, we were back to our “road routine.” Make sure everything was packed and in place. Make sure the drinks were iced and the cooler was full. Make sure both Car Woody and Isis, our trusty GPS, were in position and ready to go. (They’re getting along a lot better these days, and Isis is especially excited about tomorrow’s planned trip to Graceland. However, Car Woody thinks we should ditch it, and spend the day at the Sun Records studios. Car Woody is all about keeping it real.) We cruised through Nashville, enjoyed a delicious brunch at the famed Pancake Pantry (thanks for the tip, St. Louis friend Robynn!), and updated the blog at a cool coffee shop called Fido. Then, Emily took the wheel for the trip to Memphis, where it was ribs tonight at Blues City Café. Emily liked ‘em better than Kansas City ribs, but Colin thought there was nothing wrong with them that a little Arthur Bryant sauce wouldn’t cure… A split decision between America’s rib capitals! We closed the evening following the siren song of Mr. Rudy Williams and his trumpet, which lured us in to listening to some blues guitar at a quiet New Orleans-style jazz club on Beale Street. Colin was only mildly disappointed; he wanted to meet Gus Cannon, and see the jug band show…


So now, off to bed, with another big day planned for tomorrow - which will be the beginning of our third week on the road. Seriously, now, where does the time go? Upcoming highlights: Graceland! President Clinton! Texas! Adventure!

Links: See the world’s second largest clock:

http://www.gearthhacks.com/dlfile23190/Worlds-2nd-Largest-Clock.htm

Update your blog in Nashville:

http://www.bongojava.com/fido.html

See some jazz in the home of the blues:

http://www.kingspalacecafe.com/home.htm

Current mood: Feeling not unlike Paul Simon (“We’re going to Graceland, Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee…”)

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DAY TEN THROUGH FOURTEEN: Reunion Successful, California Bound!

First off, we found Exit Zero.

Second off, we're off!

We're in Nashville, Tennessee, now, having successfully braved hordes of family members at the bi-annual extravaganza that is the Burke-Kerr-Newton-O'Brien family reunion. The most important of all unanswered questions - just who the hell are the Kerrs, anyway? - was finally answered, albeit a day after the actual reunion itself. Over the long holiday weekend, fish was fried, fun was had, baseball games were seen, corn holes were filled, volleyballs were volleyed, hay rides were survived, poker was played (and Emily has developed quite the reputation as a riverboat gambler...), distant relatives were avoided, bugs bit, bats were bought, Bardstown Road was trendy, Alanna blew in from the East Coast, we drove in from the West Coast, and the whole thing was a blast.

Friday, we started with lunch at the Jeffersonville staple, the Wall Street Cafe. ("Best Ham Sandwich in Clark County," although, to be fair, we didn't sample them all...) And if you go to the Wall Street Cafe in Jeffersonville, Indiana, bring your appetite, and bring your VISA card. Oh, wait... the VISA card actually won't do you any good. Cash only. Which meant Emily had to wait behind while Colin ran out to the nearby ATM. (At least in Tiffany's Diner in St. Louis, they have an ATM for the forgetful right in the building.) We did manage to escape dish duty, and Colin bought Emily's freedom after making a cash withdrawal nearby.

Colin and Emily then toured the Louisville Slugger museum, where Colin ended up suffering what could qualify as the most bizarre injury on this trip so far: bruised hands. You see, after the tour of the factory floor, where you see all the major league bats being made, you're invited to step in to a batting cage, and swing a Slugger against a pitching machine labeled "40 miles an hour." A museum employee said to Colin, "It's really more like 60. We put 40 so people aren't afraid..." Great. Colin selected a carefully crafted 34-ounce piece of ash, and stepped in to take his swings. 30 carefully considered machine pitches later, Colin's hands were buzzing. (Any wood bat swingers out in the blogosphere? Dang, those "stings" hurt.) He did get good wood on a couple of pitches that definitely would have been hit deep, deep to, well, at least shortstop. Four days later, the hands are still a little stung. Next time - aluminum!

First cousin once removed Susan then hosted an evening at her house, and there's good news for fans of Susan's cooking - she's up to using five whole ingredients! (Thanks, Food Network!) Truth be told, Susan whipped up a delicious calzone (and followed it up with incredibly delicious and chewy brownies), and was a wonderful host, along with her husband Michael and their effervescent seven (and three quarter) year-old daughter Sydney. (By comparison, Susan is seven and 160 quarter years old...) Emily was the big winner at table tennis, giving both Syndey and Alanna a thumping. But it should be pointed out, in the interest of full disclosure, that she managed only a split in her two full games with Colin. (Emily comes from a long line of Indiana tennis champions, so her success on this home court should have been predicted.)

Saturday was a good day for reunion prep - Aunt Margie took Colin and Emily shopping to "Wally World" ... a.k.a. Wal-Mart, where America shops for value, and ridiculously cheap groceries. Yes, we felt shame, but it was a good kind of shame. A money-saving kind of shame... and isn't that the best kind?

Colin and Emily then hit Bardstown Road for a second, more thorough visit to Ear X-tacy for more record shopping, and a quick visit to Skyline Chili (Mmmm... five way chili!). That night, Margie and boyfriend Neill whipped up some of Grandma Pat's famous recipe barbecued pork, and we grilled up a few brats to go with, then sat around and played cards for most of the night. All in all, another great day.

Sunday. Reunion day. Only one way to start it: With one of Uncle Fred's famous deep fried eggs, bacon, and grits spectaculars. As always, Fred's breakfast skills did not disappoint. Then it was over to Aunt Margie's, to prep two dozen deviled eggs for the reunion. Once that was done (turns out, a little Tobasco sauce really fires up the eggs quite nicely), we swung by KFC to pick up a bucket of chicken and goodness to contribute to the potluck, and it was off to the Burke farm.

Kevin Burke and his wife Jeanne are great hosts, and they graciously allow the family to go crazy out at the farm every other year. There's a pool, there's a volleyball court, there's barbecue grill space available, along with a variety of eight-hour smoked meats (and you've never seen a time out in Volleyball met with so much enthusiasm as when Kevin stops the game to bring out some smoke venison or pork shoulder), and a table filled with every casserole known to man. Emily: "There's lots of mayonaisse. It's true!" There certainly was. Emily also sampled the local sweet tea, which she pronounced tasted "like syrup." And that's a bad thing? Note: FCOR (First cousin once removed) Dale tasted it, and said, "I thought this was supposed to be sweet..." That, among many reasons, is why we love FCOR Dale. Another would be, when he first met Emily, he asked, "So, do you have any hobbies? You know, like skeet shooting?" (Colin made plans right there to get a T-shirt made for Emily by next reunion, reading "Free the Skeets.")

There's much more to tell, of course, but Emily and Colin are anxious to get back on the road, headed for Memphis. So there's likely to be more blogging later tonight, but for now, we're signing off from Music City.

Current Mood: Getting back! (Back on the road, back to blogging, back to California)

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DAY NINE: Eureka!

Greetings from Louisville, Kentucky! (We went a little too far...) We've made our first major goal - finding Exit Zero! (Photographic proof to follow tomorrow.) We're here. We've checked in with the family, we have a room in the "granny cottage" adjacent to the historical family home at 314, and we're off the road for the next couple days while much of America goes off traveling for Labor Day weekend. Not us -- we've arrived.

The day started in St. Louis, with a return visit to Tiffany's Diner. The still very onery Janet was not at all impressed that we came back for the pork steak. "You said you were gonna'..." she said, and you got the feeling that yesterday's oral agreement would be considered a legally binding contract in time-worn diners across the country.

Today, we were treated to an American diner classic - pork steak with gravy, mashed potatoes similarly attired, and a vegetable side. (Colin went for corn; Emily picked green beans.) The dish came with two slices of white bread, whipped butter spread, and jam. Janet has a standing offer: If you can't cut your pork steak with only your fork, it's on her. That's how tender the pork steak is. (Janet confided she's never had to pay off.) And it was true; you had a knife, but you didn't need a knife to enjoy the rich pork goodness, smothered in sauce and gravy, of this middle America diner classic dish.

We also struck up a conversation with Terri, a local driver and long-time regular at Tiffany's, who made fun of Emily for being a "Valley Girl." (Terri had some Orange County in her background, so that was cool...) Terri brought with her the tragic news that all Steak and Shake locations were now smoke-free. This was most definitely not the case at Tiffany's, where at the single row of diner counter seats, ashtrays outnumbered salt and pepper shakers. Terri was both a kick and a hoot, her byplay with Janet filled with the faux-contempt between customer and cook, rooted in a deep affection.

Later, we found out that the regulars at Tiffany's had hired an Elvis impersonator to perform for Janet on her birthday earlier this year. In between tending to other customers and refilling our beverages, Janet told us of dreams - of working three more years, paying off debts, retiring and vacationing to Graceland, taking care of elderly, arthritic dogs... a wonderful, caring, nurturing and most genuine and authentic American voice.

If it's not obvious, we love Janet.

Rockstar/lawyer Robynn gave us one last tour around the St. Louis area, then it was back on the road. A four-hour blast from St. Louis to Louisville ... and yet again, Colin and Emily blew the time zone thing, arriving an hour later than they had promised because of this "you'd think they'd eventually learn" miscalculation. Sigh...

Tonight - Emily had her first (but not last) visit to White Castle, we managed to sneak in a preview shopping visit to Ear X-tacy Records, and we finished the night at Heine Brothers Coffee. But the brothers are shutting down for the night, and so are we. More to come over the
Labor Day weekend, but posting might be a little light, as we're committed to a bunch of family reunion type activities. We're headed back on the road, and back for home, on Tuesday. How the time does fly...

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DAY 7 & 8: Museums-Food-Rockstars-Food-Museums-Food

Yesterday (Day 7) the plan was to wake up, have a quick breakfast at Chubby's (recommended by a local Kansas City pharmacist), quickly go through the American Jazz and Negro League Baseball Museums and then head out to the Truman Library on our way to St. Louis. We were to arrive in St. Louis around 5 p.m.

Yeah, right.

The morning got off to a rough start. Emily fell, scraping a knee and jamming a toe pretty badly. Also bruised: her right shin and her ego. Colin, her knight in shining armor, quickly came to her rescue with ice from our cooler and thus a second trip to the emergency room was avoided. However, the fall and nursing of the injuries put us a bit behind schedule.

We did eventually check out of the hotel and took some time to explore (by car) more Kansas City neighborhoods. We then made our way to Chubby's and were relieved to find they were now open. (We had tried going to Chubby's - open 24 hours - late Monday night, to find they were closed. Odd hours, to say the least...)

After our very filling, mmmmmm so good breakfast, we drove on over to 18th and Vine, the heart of Kansas City's African American community between the 1920s and 1960s. There we toured the American Jazz and Negro Leage Baseball museums. We had been told that these museums would take no more than a half hour to go through, each. Instead, they took us a good four hours, and we could have stayed for more.

The nice thing, as previously noted, about touring all of these great tourist attractions at this time of year is the fact that school is back in session (for the most part), and the tourists have gone (for the most part), but the museums and attractions are all still open for their extended pre-Labor Day hours. (After Labor Day, things are going to be closing much earlier, closed on more days, etc.) And so we have been very, very lucky to run in to a series of helpful museum and tourist guides who are more than happy to give us personalized attention. At the Jazz Museum, this meant the helpful guidance of a man who was obviously part of the original jazz scene in the city, and took special pride in sharing information about Kansas City's past, as well as its present.

Final thought: This neighborhood and these museums are a must see. They give you a glimpse into such a rich and moving part of American History.

Because the museums took an unexpected extra 3 1/2 hours out of our day, we had to abandon our Truman Library plan and went to Arthur Bryant's instead for some final KC BBQ (always a good back up plan). One thing we discovered in Kansas City is that there is so much to do and see. We'll be back to go to the Truman Library, City Market, The Parks, the innumerable museums, etc. A day and a half just wasn't enough.

The ride to St. Louis was pretty straightforward; Colin drove, and Emily slept until we hit the roadside attraction called "Nostalgiaville" where we got out to stretch our legs and take a trip down Memory Lane. (Colin found a cool Route 66 shirt, but not in his size; when he asked about it, he was told that was "last season's model." Last season? Shouldn't it be more than a year old to be in Nostalgiaville?) Also, because the WiFi connection had gone down in our 3 diamond Triple A rated quasi-nightmare of a Kansas City hotel, we pulled into the parking lot of the nearby Days Inn and, pirate-style, used their WiFi to publish Monday Night's blog (we did it for you, our adoring fans).

Finally around 8:30 p.m. we arrived at our favorite hotel thus far, Rockstar/Lawyer Robynn Ragland's humble abode! She greeted us with smoothies and hugs and we could just relax. Later we played poker and she took all our money. (So much for the relaxing!)

In the morning (yay, the start of another day without driving) we went to a super local eatery, Tiffany's Diner. No tables, nothing but a prototypical Formica counter filled with regulars and ashtrays. We met Janet, an ornery waitress/short order cook. The food was greasy delicious (a common theme during this trip), and Janet encouraged us to return the next day for the pork steaks. We wouldn't miss it.

Finally, after some brief antiquing, we went to one of the absolute highlights of the trip, the St. Louis City Museum. Sounds historical and dry, doesn't it? It's not. It's a wonderland. A literal wonderland. Step through the portal and enter another world, a world of dragons and monsters and caves and climbing, and metal and slides, and beads and crafting and mosaics and sculpture, and painting and art and fish and water and knots and ropes and slinkys and slides (did we mention the slides?) and fun and fun and fun.

And Charles.

Charles, the latest of those museum guides who we keep running in to. Charles, who made sure that, when we were just about finished for the day, pushed us to a new level, by making sure we climbed through the four story jungle gym to slide down the four story slide. Charles, who made sure we climbed in to the giant ball pit, and engaged in some good natured ball pit fun with another group of tourists. Charles, who told us all about the museum's Wonka-like benefactor, a sculptor, who reportedly lives on the property, and recycles objects from all over the world into his unique and unforgettable playground.

Emily fell. Again. Left leg, this time, along with her right arm, left toe and left ankle ("and right wrist, too!'), and re-bruising her ego. This was a major league tumble; a true "header," ass over teakettle. On metal, not the most forgiving of surfaces. "You okay?" yelled Charles. "I'm fine!" said Emily, trying to avoid tears. Colin, trapped in the middle of a metallic chrysalis, four stories up, couldn't help Emily now, and, fortunately, hadn't seen how bad the fall was. But Emily is a trooper, sucked it up, and continued on with the fun.

And it was fun. Highest recommendation.

This being St. Louis, and us being tourists, we then headed down to the famed Gateway Arch. Again, there was no waiting. Buy a ticket, zip right to the top, stay as long as you want (we wanted about a half hour), then zip back down. We checked out more shops and museums, then called it a day. On our way back to Ragland Castle, we picked up a local delicacy, Ted Drewes Frozen Custard, for desert, as Robynn and her boyfriend Steven had made us a very, very delicious Beer Butt Chicken for dinner. Wonderful hospitality, wonderful chicken, and the custard was pretty damn good, too.

Now, just one leg left on the journey out (Emily may be down to fewer than that) -- headed to Clarksville, and the big damn family reunion. Wish us luck!

Here's some bonus photos from City Museum:









Current Mood: Almost there...

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DAY SEVEN: Safely in St. Louis

More details to follow, but we've made it to St. Louis, after extending our Kansas City stay by a just a bit. Had a wonderful morning of breakfast at local diner legend "Chubby's," spent several hours in the Jazz and Negro League museums, hit Arthur Bryant's (again) for a going out of town lunch, and then headed out on Interstate 70 for the relatively quick jaunt to St. Louis. More photos and details to come. For now, enjoy this bonus photo, of Car Woody at Zion National Park.

DAY SIX: The Jeff Harshbarger Trio

Today was a day spent learning. We learned so many things today. We learned that a “trio” need not be limited to describing a group that has three members. We learned that two of Kansas City’s most well-known barbecue restaurants have distinctly different approaches to meat. And, finally, we learned how a group of ticks at Zion or Arches National Parks could end up sending us to the Harry Truman Home in Independence, Missouri.

There was a recent note in the comments of this blog asking for us to take on a more political tone, and so today, Emily and Colin launched a first-hand investigation into health care in America. More specifically, the infrastructure in place in Kansas City to deal with the plague that is the modern American tick bite. At least, we think it’s a series of tick bites that has caused the moderately unfortunate rash-like (but not itchy or raised!) discoloration on the back of Colin’s legs. Three hours after checking in to a local emergency room, giving then all the info, being shuffled off behind a closed door to the local “urgent care,” repeating all the info, and finally, getting some good advice and prescriptions (and a tetanus shot – ouch!), we were ready to continue our day.

And, as it turns out, there are two things we found out about the staff at Saint Luke’s Hospital and the Swope Parkway Urgent Care Center.

1) The staff is split about fifty-fifty when it comes to the new History Channel sensation “Ice Road Truckers.” Some love it, some hate it, and Colin didn’t have the heart to tell them that he couldn’t do anything about it. Colin’s little part of History Channel programming has no impact on the rate at which "Ice Road Truckers" is both aired and promoted.

2) The staff members also shared a wealth of information about local food, local attractions, etc. That included the E.R. nurse practitioner guy, who was very vocal in his support of the tour at the Harry Truman Home in nearby Independence, Missouri.

And so it was on his advice, via the ticks, that we headed out to where Truman spent a great deal of his life before and after his time in the White House. It’s a very, very unassuming, middle of America home, and it’s been basically unchanged since Truman’s death in the early 1970’s. For Colin, the colors, modest appliances, and overall layout and décor of the home triggered a sense of 314 W. Howard déjà vu. (314 is the family home in Clarksville, and upcoming pix will likely give you a better sense of the overall Truman home vibe.)

This is definitely the right season for touring places like this – there were only four people on what turned out to be a very personalized version of the tour, given to us by the quirky U.S. Park Ranger “Al.” Not quite sure what Al’s deal is, but he gave a hell of a tour, selling the “material,” such as, “You know, it wasn’t until 1953, when he left the White House, that President Truman finally achieved the American dream… he became a homeowner.” Ba-dum-bump. Colin was Al’s best audience member ever. And Emily wants to remind folks that until 1953, the home had been owned by Truman’s mother-in-law, but Harry and Bess lived there. Details, details…the girl is obsessed with details.

On arriving back in Kansas City, we hit the first of the day’s two barbecue “must do’s” – the legendary Arthur Bryant’s; the original, on Brooklyn St. Emily and Colin shared a combo platter of meat – ribs and pulled pork. Colin’s verdict: Excellent. Emily’s verdict: “Great, spicy, I liked it because it didn’t come smothered in sauce.” No fear in the sauce department, though; if Al Gore knew the number of trees cut down to make the napkins we used during the meal, he’d have an inconvenient hemorrhage. (And if he did, he should head down to Saint Luke’s… Good people, there!)

After a brief power nap, Emily awoke recharged, and, oddly, asking for her mother. Colin is used to dealing with Emily’s post-waking return to reality, so he talked her down. Mommy wasn’t there…in Kansas… or Missouri…. but everything was going to be all right. (Side note: What do they put in the sauce at Arthur Bryant's?)

After Emily rejoined us here in Kansas City, we set out for phase two of our day. And phase two of our day was one of our favorite days of the trip. Emily thinks all the days have been so great and so different, there hasn’t been a day that hasn’t been her favorite day of the trip, and in that respect, Colin certainly agrees.

So we went to a genuine riverboat casino. And, in order to get in, due to Missouri state law, we became members of Harrah’s Gold Star Player’s Club. And boy, let me tell you, when they see the way we took ten hard earned dollars, and stretched it out over a variety of one and five cent slot machines for a whole hour, well, they’re just going to be throwing comp rooms and meal upgrades our way.

Off the river, then, and over to Kansas City’s famed “Blue Room” club, part of the American Jazz Museum. Monday nights are the jazz equivalent of “open mic” night at the Blue Room; anyone is welcome to bring an instrument, sign up, and take the stage. (Sadly, Emily had left her cello in Sherman Oaks.) And Kansas City is home to a wealth of jazz talent. Singers and piano players came off especially well, and the fact that entire thing is free… that’s right, free… only adds to the value here. Anytime you can see world class jazz for free in a fantastic setting - they do have a bar, but no minimum - you don't pass that up. There’s no bar food, though, but Emily and Colin decided against doing what they considered to be the least “jazz” thing in the entire world: going back to the car, and bringing in a package of Golden Honey “Teddy Grahams.”

Highlights included a man taking the stage midway through a jam, whispering to the band, and launching in to a beautiful rendition of “Stormy Monday.” He killed it, absolutely killed it, then walked off the stage, and back to the bar. After the number wrapped, as is jazz tradition, the bass player/host then gave kudos to the band, but was stumped on the mystery singer, saying something like, “Bob Johnson on drums… and some guy, on vocals. Thank you, mystery visitor….” The fact that the mystery visitor was world-class himself only added to the special vibe of the night. A great, great time. Other highlights included a table filled with four, elderly African American gentlemen, who looked like the types who had been meeting like this for years… with one of the men wearing a backwards baseball cap and Bluetooth headset. An awesome combo pack of tradition and technology.

Oh, and Jeff, the bass playing hosts’ band? They’re called the Jeff Harshbarger Trio … and yes, there’s four people in it. Which is one of the many reasons why jazz is just so damn cool.

Also out of this world: piano player Ryan Howard. Not the Philadelphia Phillie, but a man who can really make that keyboard sing.

To cap off the night, Colin and Emily hit their second barbecue joint of the day, a local mini-chain called Gates. Here we split another combo sampler platter, this one coming with an appropriate amount of triangle-sliced Wonder Bread. You could make little mini sandwiches out of the succulent ham, or the thin sliced beef. The ribs were delicious, and the macaroni salad, while to Emily’s taste, a bit “mayonnaise-y”, was a much needed “oral cooling agent,” after the spicy Gates sauce covered most of the meats. Colin’s verdict: Delicious, in a different way. Emily’s verdict: “It was, like, spicy because they put so much sauce on it, but it was good. All the barbecue was good.”

Tomorrow – more museums, then it’s Meet Me in St. Louis… if “me” happens to be Robynn Ragland, one of Colin’s college friends, who holds a special place in Colin/Emily history. It was Robynn, the rock star/lawyer who needed an audition tape edited for “The Apprentice,” and Colin knew this girl who might be able to help… Yes, it was this project that launched Colin and Emily down the long we now call… Interstate 70.

Current Mood: Full of barbecue

DAY FIVE: Where The Buffalo Roam

Where the buffalo roam? Turns out, Hays, Kansas. They don’t roam very far because they’re caged in a giant pen (more on that later).

Today was a day of covering ground; that is, after driving in circles around the greater Denver area in search of breakfast. There’s apparently this great place for muffins, and Colin knows exactly where it is... or, does he? We later found out that it is called Le Peep and we missed it by a tenth of a mile. So, if you’re ever in Denver, check it out, Le Peep, it’s by the Zoo. We hear the Zoo is pretty good too; it’s over by Le Peep... or is it? As it turns out, Le Peep is not just by the zoo, apparently they’re all over the Denver area (see http://www.lepeep.com/).

Emily finally did some serious driving today. She drove from 11:00am to 5:00pm. Emily thinks this should count as six hours of driving. Colin thinks it’s important to take into account the time zone change as we crossed from Colorado into Kansas… (we learned that the hard way about time zone changes!) and insists that Emily drove for only five hours. Still, as this more than quadrupled Emily's driving contributions, it was much, much appreciated by Colin.

About 25 miles before our first destination, Hays, Kansas, Emily decided it was too windy and she had enough of driving, so we pulled over into a gorgeous rest area. Truly, Kansas has some of the finest rest areas around (even some with WiFi!), and this was a perfect place to switch drivers.

Once in Hays, we searched for the Fort (see 8^th grade U.S. History book) and the buffalo (see AAA Kansas Tourbook), but were unsuccessful in both quests, and turned our focus to food. Sunday in Kansas is God’s day and apparently God doesn’t eat. Most local eateries were closed, but we did find Gella’s Diner and the LB Brewing Company, and what a find it was.

This diner/functioning brewery has great food, including the North Kansas specialty of Grebble. What is grebble, you may ask? It's a fried bread served with maple syrup and, what else, but pesto! Now, you may think that fried bread, syrup and pesto is an odd combination... and you’d be right, but it is DELICIOUS!

Our friendly waitress also drew us a map to the buffalo, and as it turns out, they’re at the Fort. Or, at least, across from the fort, in a park. We took pictures and then went on our way. (This may have been Car Woody's favorite stop so far... back in the Old West, at last!)

Now, after 9+ hours of driving, we made it to Kansas City and, we’re not in Kansas anymore… we’re in Missouri.

We've finally settled in to our third room of the evening... the first two, suffering from unfortunate issues you would not expect to find at a three-diamond Triple A rated hotel. We should have taken the sage advice of loyal blog reader and experienced traveler Jody Moss, and had them show us their third room, first. The good news is, we've been upgraded to a suite with a jacuzzi! And yes, other loyal blog reader Jamie, it's a Trading Places-style Duke and Duke jacuzzi... not a self-powered one.

Current Mood: On vacation! No driving tomorrow!

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DAY FOUR: Golden Moments

What they tell you about Red Rocks Amphitheater outside of Denver: It’s one of America’s premier concert venues, a spectacular natural setting for some of the most beloved concerts of our time (think U2’s "Under a Blood Red Sky", not John Tesh’s “Worship at Red Rocks.”). What they don’t tell you about Red Rocks: To get to your seats, you’re going to have to walk up the equivalent of a 22-story building, with no escalators, much less elevators. Oh, and did we mention that the whole thing is located at 6,400 feet above sea level? This may explain why Red Rocks audiences are so appreciative; it’s not, necessarily, that they love the acts, they’re just happy to be alive.

Our act tonight was “1964” – a group of guys who’ve been performing the same Beatles tribute act for some 23 years. You’d think they’d have it down by now, but there was definitely some odd bass playing going on. Maybe the altitude got to the faux Paul? Speaking of Faux Paul, the problems with “1964” are thus:

1) Too much “Faux Ringo”, or “Fringo” as Colin called him.

2) Too much of the band members calling each other by their “Beatle” names. As in, that’s all they did. “Hey, I hope you all liked John on that last song,” or “Paul is really tearing it up tonight…” Uh, guys? You’re not REALLY John and Paul, you know that?

3) They shill for “live CD’s”… of their tribute to the Beatles. Uh, guys, again? We have ACTUAL Beatle CDs for that.

4) At NO point did FPaul or FJohn (or even Fringo) say, “Well, Colorado, this is all well and good, but my name’s Dave, and for two decades now, I’ve made my living playing the music of four very, very special people, so let’s have a big hand for the ones who gave us such an incredible gift, and the ones to whom I’m forever grateful, Paul McCartney, John Lennon, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr!”

Car Woody didn’t go. He’s loyal to what remains our favorite Beatles act, The Fab Faux.

Speaking of Car Woody, he had quite the adventure out at Arches today. Yes, before leaving for Denver, the whole family headed back out for one more look at the stuff we didn’t see yesterday at Arches. Woody and Isis were still feuding, and after taking a great shot of Woody under the Skyline Arch, Isis tried to leave him behind… apparently forgetting for the moment that she was a GPS device, and it was easy for us to track down Woody’s whereabouts. We’re hopeful the shenanigans between our trip mascot and chief navigator will settle down.

Other highlights from the day:

--A stirring round of the fastest growing quiz sensation in the West, “Know Your Overtures”, which featured Colin’s performing debut at Red Rocks, on an especially stirring version of the Tchaikovsky’s 1812 ??? 64 ??? Overture. Emily’s contribution of the overture from The Marriage of Figaro marked her second Trading Places reference of the day.

-- A great view of the Big Dipper rising above the Red Rocks amphitheater.

-- Making the sensible decision to get to Denver, and forgo what looked to be a lovely but slow shortcut from Moab back to I70. We did have to do a little backtracking, but we saved ourselves a crucial hour, which we spent rejuvenating in the pool here at our Denver hotel.

-- Closing the day after the concert with some grocery shopping, and coming out to see the world’s second cutest puppy, a soft and fluffy golden retriever who couldn’t have been more than six months old, waiting outside with his master. Yes, that’s right – we closed this fantastic day by running in to a golden… in Golden. “I’ll take ‘Omens and Portents’ for 800, Alex…”

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DAY FOUR: Made it to Denver!

Resting and recharging, before heading out to see Beatles tribute act "1964" at the famous Red Rocks Amphitheater. More later!

DAY THREE: Panguitch to Moab (to Chance)

Greetings from Moab, Utah, a city that HAS entered the 21^st Century, and provides free wireless access in most hotel rooms. (Thanks for the encouraging notes, folks – believe us, we’ll post as often as we can!) Here’s the thing about today – once we got here, we saw insanely spectacular sights at Arches National Park. But our decision to take the 12-24 combo highway out of Panguitch really, really paid off. It’s a “Scenic Highway” or “Scenic Byway” that takes you through Capitol Reef National Park, atop a few mountains, and through a variety of terrains that made you feel like you had perhaps slipped through a rift in the Twilight Zone and ended up on some alien planet. Highly recommended – making the drive with either a Corrs playlist (something about the Irish flute and fiddle sound on their more traditional numbers) on the iPod, or firing up the soundtrack to the space Western Firefly. Also entirely appropriate – the B-52’s “Planet Claire,” which was kind of where we felt like we were.

So the drive – fantastic. And Arches – fantastic. And the hot tub at the Super 8 in Moab? Warm at best… but that in no way had a negative impact on a day full of incredible sights. Utah – who knew?

Miscellaneous Day Highlights:

--Seeing the distinctive smoke pattern of a wildfire burning, followed by a “Utah-trans” Sign on the side of the road reading “Natural Fire – Do Not Report.” Well then, okay.

-- There were a lot of cows grazing in fenced off lands just off the highway. Only two “free range” cows decided they wanted a piece of the freeway, including one inquisitive young mooer who made like the giant bird/bat from the other night, and took at run at the C-RV. Fortunately, this cow peeled off before impact. Moo!

--After “arching” a photogenic spot at Arches National Park (if you “summit” a summit, then when you go stand in the middle of an arch, you’re “arching”, right?), Emily got all “Johnny Hiker,” and set off on something called “The Primitive Trail” back to the parking area. This seemed like a good idea, and, in fact, it turned out to be a great idea. We only had to consult Isis once or twice (Isis assuring us that the CR-V was within a thousand feet of our current location, it was just on the other side of that massive, impassible sandstone arch), and there was NOBODY else who took this trail for the whole 30 minutes we were on it. So there we were, on the back side of an arch, with nobody around for miles. We had the park – miles, and miles, and miles of Utah countryside, to ourselves. It was very, very quiet, and very, very wonderful.

--“Arching” another arch, and Colin getting moderately stuck on the way back down. (Getting up was the easy part, but if you’ve ever seen Colin dance, you know the problems he has with getting down… (These are jokes). Eventually, and carefully, he made it down, just beating the sunset, and the rapid onset of darkness.

-- The couple up in this somewhat hard to reach arch before us? We saw them later at the Chevron station in Moab. They were from the L.A. area, too… La Mirada, I believe, on their way to Denver for a wedding. They had come from Grand Canyon (current destination of Doctors Ponder and Campbell) and were going to hit Bryce and Zion on the way back to L.A. Told them about the 12-24 combo. Their loss if they miss it!

--We’re not entirely sure, but it seems that Isis is getting a bit jealous of all the attention Car Woody has been getting from the blog. Before giving us directions to Interstate 70 today, Isis started going on and on about the Mattel toy recall, and how Car Woody was probably next. Odd…

-- Final Daily Score card:

Free Range Cows: 2

Free Range Coyotes: 1

Free Range Lizards: 1

Not-so-free range bugs on the front license plate after car was meticulously detailed before start of journey: Incalculable

Number of times Emily quoted Trading Places: 4 (For those who know the film, we ate a lot of beef jerky, and ended the day in the Jacuzzi.)

Current Mood: Jazzed

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On Tap: Denver! Red Rocks! Bad Beatle Cover Bands!

DAY THREE: Scene from the Road

DAY TWO: All Aboard the Flying M

Greetings from PANGUITCH, a city in Utah that we can’t pronounce (we’re too embarrassed to ask a townie for proper pronunciation). It’s our stopover between Zion and Arches National Parks. Panguitch is a row of motels and coffee shops right off the highway. Late tonight, we landed at the Flying M restaurant for a piece of apple pie, and as a bonus, got a waitress with all the town gossip. Said waitress tipped us off to the bait and switch pricing scandal at a nearby hotel, and it was on her recommendation that we turned the CR-V in to a Doc Brown-modified DeLorean, and went back to 1952…

Or at least, that’s how it seems in large parts of Panguitch, a city where the thin line between “gimmicky retro” and “not upgraded in five decades” is oft-blurred. So here we are in 1952 at the Lamp Lighter Inn, which is definitely on the “original” side of the scale… in a good way.

Things that happened today that were good: Breakfast with Doctor Kathy Campbell, and her lovely husband, Doctor Steve Ponder, at the Food Network-featured “Coffee Cup” Diner in Boulder City, NV. The drive through spectacular Nevada, Arizona, and Utah countryside. XM Satellite radio. Emily taking her first turn behind the wheel. Zion National Park. Getting a great WPA-designed poster of Zion which is going to look fantastic in our house. Hiking the Riverside Trail at Zion, stopping only when we had to start wading through the water The pie and tater-tots at the Flying M. Not getting sunburned.

The not so good: Emily pulling on to the freeway after a gas stop with the emergency brake still activated. (Whoops.) No Internet access at Lamp Lighter. (What, they didn’t have the ‘net in 1952?) Car struck by a flying bird/giant bat at sundown. Our GPS device (“Isis,” we call her, after the Egyptian goddess of navigation) trying to find a Starbucks located inside a casino, and sending us on a fourteen mile Interstate detour. (What, they didn’t have Starbucks in ancient Egypt?) Completely forgetting about the Mountain Time Zone, and discovering on our return to the Zion visitors center that it wasn’t 5:45, it was really 6:45, and an extra hour had been snipped out of our day.

The great: Ending the day, safe and secure, looking at 100+ photos of day two, writing this blog, an air conditioned room. And heading for Arches National Park, possibly via a very scenic highway, in the morning. After we check out one of the other cool diners in town…

Dam, That's Big!

Greetings from Boulder City, Nevada, where after a full day of travel, Emily and Colin (composing this post together in the seldom-used "joint first person" tense) are safe and sound, back at the hotel room, after a day filled with driving, the majesty of a pizza and chicken wings cruise on Lake Mead to the Hoover Dam, a late night visit to the ritzy Wynn Hotel and Casino Resort in Las Vegas (where one machine spit out a cool $100 bill for Emily... yes, it was the ATM...), granola bars, 50's diners, meeting up with Colin's mom and husband Steve, cheese plates, air conditioning failures (in the hotel room tonight, not in the so-far performing like a champ Honda CR-V), a variety of beverages, and so much more!

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so instead of going on and on, here's a thousand words worth of our day:Unofficial trip mascot "Car Woody," atop the CR-V, at the Hoover Dam. Which, Emily learned today, was not named for J. Edgar Hoover. Who knew?

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Current mood: Satisfied, and a bit tired.

And... we're off!

The iPod is loaded. The GPS is updated. The XM is waiting. Every device with initials is charged and ready. So am I.

Too nervous to sleep? Have I forgotten anything? More importantly - what if all the stores in America are closed, and we can't get something that we really, really need? This is why the decision to bring along 24 cans of Mountain Dew seems, to me, to be a good one. Plus, you know, we'll drink it... and then the car will get lighter as we drive. By Kansas City, we may even have to hit a (gasp!) Wal-Mart for refills!

Emily is great with lists and checklists, and categories, and sorting, and organizing. And while I was off working tonight (and packing, way too late), she was organizing all of the essentials - the big plastic box filled with a trash can and Costco-sized packages of beef jerky, the box-o-chargers-and-cords, aforementioned suitcase full of beverages (Gatorade, water, etc.)

Let the journey begin!

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