Showing posts with label road trips are awesome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label road trips are awesome. Show all posts

Thursday, July 29, 2010

My Favorite Roadtrip Ever

So, if you read this blog or know me at all, you know I am in love. With my friend Liz. And her husband Ben. And her kick-ass company. And the beautiful Ugandan women that they employ.

So, you'll also know why I shouted out loud by myself in my house with excitement when I watched this video. (Mainly because Williams, AZ is in the United States and that means that said friends will be HERE! And also because everything that comes out of what they're doing speaks right straight to my heart, including the little camper icon.)

Watch this, start planning, and buy sandals here.

Sseko Designs...Roadtrip! from liz bohannon on Vimeo.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I Live in Arizona

I'm in Williams. I live here now. This is weird.

Got in around 5 and moved all my stuff into the spare room at Katie and Jen's. Left an hour later to go to Family Dinner which is the weekly potluck for all the staff. Although I'm kind of exhausted and didn't really have the ability to communicate in a functional way, it was fun. It made me remember exactly why I love property staff and why I'm excited about this job.

Also, Williams is as awesome as I remember. I learned tonight that at Christmas, they drill a hole in the middle of one of the streets downtown, put up a giant pine tree, have a parade and tree lighting ceremony, and, oh yeah, that block of the street is just shut down for the entire Christmas season. Because the Christmas tree is more important than a steady flow of traffic. I like their priorities.

I really hope that is just the tip of the iceberg in the funny small tourist town anecdotes.

The best part is, I'm sitting in my room with the window open and it's quiet and peaceful and feels good. I've been really bummed about moving, but I just kept thinking that as soon as I got here, I would love it, just like when I came to interview. It feels right, and that feels good.

Can't wait to work tomorrow!

Enjoy the last road trip diary!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Albuquerque is a Weird Word

But that's where I am for the night.

Arizona tomorrow.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...

Monday, September 28, 2009

Road Trip Diary - Arizona Edition

Yep, it's back. Road trip diary!!!

(Sorry, Mom.)

I clearly rolled out of bed after staying up late packing and jumped in the car. Please ignore my super-frizzy hair.


Monday, August 17, 2009

Life is Good

Oh, man.

What can I possibly say about the past couple of weeks?  

I went to camp here with KC North:


It was awesome.  I'm sure I'll write more about it later.  I had an incredible time.  I didn't realize I missed leading Young Life so much, but a perfect combination of really fun girls, an awesome leadership team, and camp made that very obvious.

Two days after getting home, I came to see these people:
Yep.  Dusty and Sara.  They're 2 of my favorite people in the world and they live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, so I like to come see them often.

Together, we went here:

Ah, the Canyon.  A place that holds a very large chunk of my heart.  It was wonderful to see friends and to spend a solid 8 hours in 2 days simply sitting on the porch, talking about life and drinking coffee.  Not to mention the game playing.  I miss that.

And now I'm back in Washington.  Sara and I are drinking very good coffee and talking (and talking and talking) and playing on our computers.  

All this to say:  Life is good.  Very good.

Oh, and I no longer work at Grand Street Coffee.  I'm OK with that.  But I need a new job.  Yeah, I'm back to that.  Look forward to a return to job search blogging.  Hope you enjoy it!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

You Wanna Come Too?

So, I've decided I want to drive to Alaska.

I'm thinking I'll camp through Canada on the way.

The trip will probably involve some ferry rides and lots and lots of land with no people.

I'm not sure when it's going to happen, but if it will happen is already decided.

Who's with me?

Monday, June 8, 2009

The Road is Calling Me

I just got off work at the coffee shop and am now hanging out in a different coffee shop for the rest of the afternoon... Is that weird?

The past few days, I've been feeling restless.  It's a familiar feeling for me.  It starts with the mention of a far-away place or boredom or something completely unrelated to anything.  And then I think, "I'm 24.  Any day now, I'm going to wake up and be 25 and then 26 and then it's just a short jump to 30.  And somewhere in there I need to create a life of somewhere."

And then I literally get kind of itchy.  I think, "I have so many things I need to do.  I have so many places I need to see."  

I remind myself how much I love my life and the people around me and that I've only been in KC for like 4 months.  And I'm not old, and it's my life, and why can't I still be a nomad when I'm 35 if I still want to be.  So I settle down a little.

But it doesn't really go away.  I look at Craigslist jobs in Seattle and Washington DC.  I find cheap flights to Europe and South America and the Middle East.  I look at internships and volunteer opportunities.  I create completely unrealistic budgets in the hopes that I can have some great fortune that would afford me a year of traveling.

I get in my car and I want to keep driving.  This is a feeling that plagued me when I was younger.  I had one friend that lived outside my hometown and she didn't get her license until way after the rest of us.  So I would always go pick her up.  And I would always be driving out to her house, with the sun setting right in front of me and it would literally take force of will to take the exit to go to her house and not just keep driving.  

The feeling's not quite so dramatic anymore, but I still just want to go.  Be somewhere, experience something, meet people.  So much stops me and I get frustrated.  But the need is still there.  Sometimes I wish it would go away, but most of the time I think it's a blessing.

All this to say, if there's cheap flights to see you, I may be coming!  Watch out for me...

Much love.

Song of the Day:  Why Georgia by John Mayer (sums this all up...)

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Songs of the Road 2

Songs from the second half of the road trip...

Why Georgia by John Mayer
This is the ultimate road trip song...


I Caught Myself by Paramore
I love this song... A lot.


Should've Said No by Taylor Swift
What can I say?  I enjoy angry girl songs.  Hmm...


What Goes Around Comes Around by Justin Timberlake
No road trip is complete without a little JT!

Friday, February 6, 2009

Road Trip Diary 3

This is from a couple days ago, but just finally got it uploaded.  



Almost done with the road trip.  Back to MO tomorrow.  Excited!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Songs of the Road 1

Being on the road trip, I've definitely had more than one song of the day.  I decided I would do a couple posts of the all the songs that have been on repeat in the Blazer.

Goodbye by Caleb and Sol Rexius
Caleb was an intern the year before me and this is a song he wrote and performs with his twin brother about his time in the Canyon and saying goodbye to the other interns.  This is the song that I was weeping to after leaving the Canyon this time.  For some reason, it hit me this time that I was leaving and that I missed it.  This song obviously sums up everything I feel about it.

Hurricane by Jonah Werner
This isn't my favorite version, but was the only one I could find.  Download the live version off iTunes to hear it for real.  


Vegas by Sara Bareilles
Sums up my need to wander.

Say by John Mayer
Love him.  Love this song.


Chip on my Shoulder from Legally Blonde the Musical
Show tunes are the ultimate road trip essential.  What better way to stay awake than belt show tunes?  Geeky?  Maybe.  Awesome?  Always.


Why am I Hot in February?

Aaah, Tucson.  

I'm sitting next to an open door in short sleeves, drinking an iced latte and enjoying free internet.  This is the life.

I left the Canyon on Monday morning and stopped in Bend on the way out to see my favorite 6'4" man in the world, Dan Creasey.  We had breakfast at West Side Bakery, one of my favorite local Bend joints.  It was fun to be back in Bend, our beautiful "hometown" while out in the Canyon.  And it was even more fun to see Dan.  

I hopped on the road and spent the rest of the day driving through Southern Oregon and down through Central California.  I took I-5 the entire way down which is not the beach route, but is beautiful none the less.  I just love watching the scenery change from mountains and forests to farmland to the Hollywood hills.  It's so beautiful. 

I ended up stopping in Sacramento for the night just because I could and I was really enjoying the alone time.  I'm realizing that I was desperate for some time to just wander on my own.  The Canyon has my heart, New York was fabulous, and I'm excited for Kansas City.  But it had been a long time since I had an open road and time on my hands and it was exactly what I needed.  

By the time I got to Sacramento I was feeling more at peace than I have been in a long time.  I love people, but at heart I'm an introvert.  I find energy and renewal in being alone.  I love to wander and I do my best thinking when jamming in the car.  So really, a road trip should be mandatory for me every year or so.  

I woke up Tuesday morning and got the rest of the way into LA.  I spent the afternoon and evening with Hannah, who is another person that I dearly love.  Hannah was on Summer Staff my first session this past summer and quickly became one of my favorite people ever.  She has the rare ability to root herself deeply into the lives of people around her.  She's genuine and honest and sincerely seeks to know you.  I've found a kindred spirit in her even though we seem like very different people on the surface.

We took a walk on the beach in Santa Monica and saw the famous pier.  I loved being on the beach.  The beach is something that I never really long for, seeing as I grew up in the middle of the country.  But some kind of combo of the smell and the sound of the waves and the feel of the breeze of the water creates the most calming effect.  It's a great place to contemplate the world.

I woke up the next morning and headed due East for Tucson and Kristen.  I've never been to the Southwest, so I was excited to make my way here and see the desert in all its glory.  It was a breathtakingly beautiful drive out of LA (and the crazy traffic!) all the way here.  The weather is literally 80 degrees which I'm loving after months of freezing in New York.  It feels like summer which triggers some kind of chemical mood enhancement.

Time with Kristen has been wonderful and it has been so great over the past week catching up on intern gossip and seeing/hearing about how everyone is doing.  I was not great at keeping in touch while I was in New York (surprise, surprise) but I've truly missed everyone.

All in all, this road trip has been exactly what I needed.  I'm still a little freaked out at the prospect of a job hunt and being back in MO, but I feel genuine peace about where I'm at and what I'm doing.  I got to properly say goodbye to the Canyon and the world I created there, I was reminded of all the people that I love and that love me.  I feel complete freedom and independence.  I love this phase of life.  What comes next?  Who knows.

I'm headed out tomorrow and will be back in MO in a couple of days!  

Much Love.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Saturday, January 31, 2009

I Love the Canyon

I forgot how much I need people to sit across from me and ask me about my life.  And I forgot how encouraging it is to hear about their lives.  Amidst so much change, this place and this work is constant.  How I love it here.

One more place that my heart longs for...

Song of the Day: Stay by Lisa Loeb

Friday, January 30, 2009

Back in the Canyon

The official "road" portion of my road trip has begun.  I spent the day yesterday driving down from Seattle to the Canyon, with a couple of stops along the way.  I took the Blaze to Jiffy Lube before I left and even let them do a couple of the extra things.  (Mainly because the guy seemed to be about to pass out due to the condition of my radiator... I don't know why.)

All this to say, the Blaze is running smooothly.  I don't think she's run this well in a long time actually.  So I feel good about the trip.  And I made it on basically one tank of gas!  This bodes well.

Driving into the Canyon was a weird experience because it wasn't weird.  Once I was through Portland, auto pilot kicked in and I was headed to the Canyon.  I went to Morning Mudd this morning and saw a bunch of people and then spent the rest of the morning hanging out in the store with Angela and Amanda, the new Sara.  It was fun to be back in our little retail building, tagging and counting things.  You really can't beat the Canyon!

I'm looking forward to spending the next couple of days catching up with people.  More later.

Also, I have a road trip video diary started, but it won't upload for some reason.  I'll try again later.  Try not to be too sad.

Song of the Day: Sea Breeze by Tyrone Wells (This is my ultimate canyon song and was really weirdly in the CD player in the Blaze when I turned it on today.  Apparently, the last time I was in my Blazer I was jamming to it.  That seems completely possible since I listened to it over and over the last 4 months I was here.)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

My Beautiful Northwest

I am so relaxed I feel like I could sit and stare at the wall for about 6 hours and be content.

I don't know what it is about being on vacation that makes me instantly relax.  I think it's chemical.  Something in my brain says "you're on vacation" and triggers relaxation in the rest of my body.  I sleep in.  I take an hour to get ready.  I don't care about anything that is looming in the future.

I can't manage to get more than a couple things done in a day.  It's just really impossible.  But I have gotten my car started and tomorrow morning I'm going to leave Puyallup.  I'm headed to the Canyon, which I am very excited about.

My time in Puyallup has been awesome.  I think a part of my heart will always be tied to the Northwest.  It's beautiful and relaxing and fun.  I'm sitting in this awesome local coffee shop with Sara right now.  The coffee is better than anything I've had in months.  It's loud and crowded.  The workers are friendly and energetic.  There's a fireplace and leather couches.  They really do coffee right here.

The people in the Northwest are laid-back and nice, although there is a distinct difference from the Midwest.  I always have to remind myself of that fact when I'm out here.

The difference is evidenced best in the interaction I had with the AAA tow-truck driver who came to jump my Blazer.  

I, of course, was chatting with the man as he worked on my car.  The first thing he asked me was if the Blazer was an "East Coast car."  I didn't really know what that meant, but I answered that I was from Missouri, assuming correctly that he would consider that the East Coast.

He told me that his grandparents live in KC, so we chatted about that for a minute.  I was singing Missouri's praises and he was mainly agreeing, but then he made this statement:

"Yeah, Missouri's pretty nice.  The locals won't ever shut up, but other than that..."

That's the difference.  People here are loyal.  Once they're your friend, they are your friend.  There's not a lot of pretense, there's not a lot of pressure.  They're just great, laid-back, real friends.  But they won't talk to you the first 9ish times you meet them.

When you meet someone in the Midwest, they want to know everything there is to know about you.  They want your complete history and they want you to come over to dinner the next night.  I don't know what it is, but they are interested.  If you're the new person at a dinner party, prepare to be in the spotlight.  Not so here.  You're going to get ignored a little.

I think it's just a "we don't fake it" thing.  People here just don't get too worked up about you one way or the other.  But once you've cemented a friendship, it's there.  I kind of like it, although I always feel a little insecure that no one's jumping up and down with excitement about getting to know me.  

I love it here and I love it in Missouri and I love it in New York.  How is it possible to want so many different things at once?  I'm not sure I'll ever figure that out.

I have sent in a couple resumes while I've been here and Sara and I have decide we're going to open our own coffee shop in the next 5-10 years, so life plan is in gear!  

My time on the road starts tomorrow.  Looking forward to jamming in the car for hours on end!

Song of the Day: You are the Best Thing by Ray Lamontagne

Friday, January 23, 2009

The Road is Calling Me

Ever since I got my  license in February of 2001, I have been desperately wanting to take a solitary cross-country road trip, Jack Kerouac style. I wanted to spend months aimlessly driving across the country, stopping wherever I wanted, eating in local diners, seeing how life is lived across the country.

In a couple of hours, I leave to fly out of New York.  One more experience under my belt, one more chapter closed.

I'm headed to Seattle where I will pick up my car and spend the next couple of weeks seeing as many people as I can and as much of the western half of the country as I can.

It's not exactly the trip of my dreams.  I wish I had more time, more funds, etc.  

But it's fun to see how you end up getting to do the things you want to do if you're open to the things that lead up to them.  I like how life works.

I just got off the phone with Sara and am ridiculously excited to see her and Dusty's faces when I get off the plane.  I didn't realize how much I missed them until I was headed to see them.  I'm pretty sure that's going to happen a lot in the next couple of weeks.

All this to say, I may not be able to blog the obsessive amount that I've been doing the past few weeks.  But fear not, I'll keep you updated on the trip and, more importantly, what sweet jams I'm rocking out to in the Blaze.

Speaking of, everyone keep your fingers cross that the Blazer makes it back to MO.  

Peace out, NYC.

Song of the Day: No Ordinary Love by Toby Mac (the ultimate Sassy Jam- 3rd Session)

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Here I Come!

I have a plane ticket!  I'm leaving New York on Friday and flying to Seattle.

The road trip commences from there.

The mix is made, the journey begins, I am stoked.

Actual Song of the Day: Vegas by Sara Bareilles

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

I officially live in Oregon

I am currently in my room in my condo in Oregon. This is where I live. I'm on Property Staff (my nametag even says so). Weird...


OK, first of all, I want to give you my phone number and address.

(541)489-3189

Kate Tichelkamp
1 Muddy Rd, PO Box 142
Antelope, OR 97001

Please call me and send me mail. Both would be greatly appreciated. Because I miss you all A LOT already.

Let me now tell you about my day...

I woke up at 6:15 in Boise because my mom had to leave for the airport. We said goodbye and she went on her way. I headed back to the Blazer, ready for my lonely trip the rest of the way to camp. I left Boise at around 7:30 AM. Luckily, I gained another hour on the trip out. I crossed into Oregon and was again amazed at how beautiful it is. Even though all the states I've driven through have been really pretty, Oregon takes the cake. I spent the whole day driving through mountains. But again, they're not the kind of mountains I'm used to. There like giant hills. I'm going to try to attach some pictures that I took on the way out so that you can see kind of what I'm talking about. Although, they don't really do it justice.


I was on I-84 for most of the day until, weaving through the mountains. At a town called Biggs, I was to get off the interstate and that is also the last place I would be able to get gas before getting to camp. As I said, I was basking in the beautiful scenery all day, but driving into Biggs was awe-inspiring. I'd been seeing mountains all day, but for about 30 miles into Biggs I drove along the John Day River, which was incredible. Right at the base of the mountains is the huges river with crystal blue water. And the mountains are this crazy yellow and red because it was off and on showering all day which was creating really cool light. At one point I drove under a rainbow. It was just gorgeous. But I was getting anxious.

I stopped in Biggs to grab some lunch and fill up on gas. Biggs is a teeny-tiny little town with tucked onto the side of the mountain. People were actually wearing flannel inside the McDonald's. It was awesome. Two things I have learned about Oregon: 1) There is no sales tax and 2) Every gas station is full-service, meaning someone pumps your gas for you. It's weird. And I didn't know whether to tip them. Turns out you don't but I did, so hopefully they'll give me a little extra gas for free next time or something. That's how I roll.

From Biggs, I got on Hwy 97 which is a windy 2-lane highway that keeps rolling through the mountains. You know, being from Missouri, I thought I knew rural. It was nothing compared to this. There is just literally nothing for miles and miles. I passed through maybe 2 towns in 50 miles and none of them even have a gas station. Crazy.

In Shaniko, I got onto Hwy 218, which takes you into Antelope. This is where things got dicey. It literally S-curves all the way up and then down a mountain with no guard rail. It was seriously scary but when you got to the summit of the mountain I literally gasped out loud. You can see for miles and miles of incredibly beautiful, uninhabited, mountain land. It was indescribable. That took me down through Antelope (pop. 37) and then I turned onto the scary dirt road that would take me into camp. It's another 15 miles into camp and also scary. Although about 10 miles before getting to camp, the road is paved. That's because that's where the property starts. This place is massive.




I manuevered my way past the cow in the road (seriously) and got my first real glimpse of camp. This place is so different from other camps because there's a lot of buildings and stuff (left from the cult) that aren't being used. But I drove past the big lake, some buildings and the air strip and made my way up to office. There I met Rich, who is the intern coordinator. He showed me the way to my condo. I'm in East Village Condo 55 with the 4 other Lady Interns. The condo's really nice. It has 7 bedrooms, but there's only 5 of us. Upstairs there are 5 bedrooms, 2 on each side with one at the front of the building and a common room. There are also 3 bathrooms. Between each set of 2 bedrooms are the bathrooms. The toilet and a sink are in one room and the shower and another sink are in the other room. So I'm only sharing with one other girl, which is awesome.

My room looks out into the courtyard with some picnic table and mountains. I'm across from Kristen and Mandi and Lacey are on the other side. Downstairs is a living room, a huge kitchen with 2 fridges, a laundry room and two more bedrooms and a bathroom. Drew took one of the down stairs bedrooms because the other upstairs one is weirdly shaped. Apparently summer interns will move into the other 2 rooms when that time comes. The condos are in really good shape and they've made them really nice. The boys are right next to us, we share a common wall. And the two married couples are across the courtyard from me. What's funny is they each have condos the size of ours for themselves. So, 7-bedroom condo for a newly married couple! But they're just living downstairs.

We live in the East Village and there are probably 30 condos here. There's also the Staff Village with more condos. There are about 80 people that live here year-round which I was amazed at. A lot of the ladies came by and brought us bread and cookies and such. It was nice. And we met one lady and her children who have been here for 9 years. There's a little one-room school house here on property and there are 13 kids in school there. The camp has actually hired a teacher which is so cool. So it seems like a really cool little community out here in the middle of nowhere.

After I got here, I unloaded all my stuff and started to set my room up. Kristen was the first one here and we hit it off right away. She is so fun and sweet and we've already had some great conversations. I can't wait to get to know her more. Next came Mandi and then Lacey and Drew came a little later.

We drove down to the dining hall for dinner at 6:00 which was, of course, yummy. We got to meet some more of the property staff including Pam and Jen, who will be the small groups leaders for the single girl interns. We then went back to the staff village to a condo that has been converted to meeting space and played some get to know you games. I emerged victorious at a game of Oh-So-Co-No, which is very similar to Ah-So-Oo except that when you get out you get to become a heckler and stand on the outside of the circle and yell and the people still playing. Luckily, I have lazer focus and I represented for MO by dominating.

We also got our schedule for the next couple of weeks AND our jobs... Wait for it... I know you're excited, I was... My job is.... Snack Bar. That's right, I'm the Sassy Intern. (That's what it's called, short for Sasparilla.) I'm really excited; I think it'll be a lot of fun and I'll get to interact with a lot of the people who come in and stuff. So I'm stoked.

OK, so this really long, but I want to tell you my first impressions of all the other interns, so if you're bored, you can stop reading. If you've made it this far.

Single Girl Interns: Kristen, Mandi, Drew, Lacey, Me

Kristen is originally from the Southwest but went to Colorado State and just graduated. She grew up in YL and may be my kindred spirit while here. We've already laughed a lot and talked about how we were both really wary of not being in direct ministry while out here. And she knows a few people from Mizzou that I know and did Lifesigns at Timberwolf when we there 2 years ago. She's going to do Guest Services (which is running the rides and stuff).

Mandi is from Michigan but has been living in LA working for a church called the Dream Center. She's the most quiet, but seems very chill. It's hard to get a read on her, but I like her. She's the kitchen intern.

Drew is from Oregon. She seems artsy and brought the most stuff. She's pretty gregarious, but seems very welcoming. She's one of those people that I would never be particulary drawn to because our personalities seem pretty opposite, but I think I'm going to end up liking her a lot. She's on Guest Services too.

Lacey is the baby of the group at only 19. She's from Washington, near Spokane. She seems very sweet and girly. She and Drew both have been here several times and she seems to be the expert on the intern program. She's also very sweet. Lacey is the dining hall intern.

The single boy interns: Mike, Nick, Shay, Darren and Dan

I didn't get to spend a lot of time with the guys so I don't really have a read on them yet. Mike and Nick are both from Michigan and led together. Nick was here over the summer as the video guy. They're both really friendly and seem fun. Shay, Darren and Dan are all from Oregon. Shay was getting competitive during the games, so that immediately made me like him. Dan is very tall and seems super chill. Darren was friendly and an easy chatter which I also appreciate. The boys are all on landscaping or maintenance.

The married couples: Peter and Becca, Dusty and Sara

Peter and Becca are from North Carolina and SO fun. I like them both a lot already. They're very friendly and engaged in everyone they come across, asking a lot of questions and being genuinely sweet. Also, Becca already came and hung out in the girl condo without Peter, so she gets mad points for that. Becca's in guest services.

Dusty and Sara seem to have been kind of nomadic but came here from the San Diego area. They both seem really chill and SoCal, but in a good way. Dusty also brought his A-game to the get to know you games which again, I appreciated. He also made an Office Space reference, so he has double points. Sara seems a little overwhelmed; she's never had anything to do with YL before. She's also a little sick, but also seems chill and sweet. She's the store intern.

And that's it: 14 of us. Tomorrow we have some paperwork and then we're going on an official tour of the camp followed by training, training and more training. There's a camp coming in this weekend, so we have to figure out what we're doing fast. But it'll be great. Sorry this was so long, it was a crazy day.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Udaho

I'm in Boise and I'm very tired. Yet I feel oddly pressured to post about my day. I don't know why that would be...

It was a long day. I actually got to sleep in a little while my mom took my car into Pastor Bob. We were hoping it would be done by 11:00 or noon at the latest. However, noon rolled around, we called Pastor Bob and he told us he would give us a call back. We had to be out of our room, so we went and hung out in the lobby. At about 12:45, Pastor Bob showed up in the lobby to personally drive us back to the Blazer. We had a great ride in his Subaru jamming to Chris Tomlinson. We got back to the shop and met his lovely wife Sandy. She was rocking a button-downed jumper and a lot of blush. I liked her a lot. Anyway, the Blazer was fixed and we got back on the road.

I took the first shift driving and as soon as we got back out on I-80, we were facing some crazy wind. The wind was at 60-65 mph for the next 100 miles or so. It was crazy. When we were facing into it, it was impossible to get the Blazer to go over 65 and when it was blowing against the car it was hard to stay on the road. It was a little stressful. Yet, Wyoming was beautiful. I drove pretty much the whole way across and I loved it. I often wish that I had the ability to paint or at least the words to describe what I see, but I don't. There were these big hills that looked like huges sand dunes that had petrified. And also kind of like the rock creature in the Never-Ending Story. It was so sparse. When you drive through Kansas, you feel like there's nothing. But there's fields and crops and farms. You know that somethings there. Driving through Wyoming it felt like if I got off the interstate, I wouldn't be able to see a person for hours. Everyone once in a while there were some cows, but that was about it. And not a single city we passed through in the whole of the state was bigger than Jeff City. It is a crazy place.

We hit the border of Wyoming and Utah and that is where things went uphill and downhill at the same time. First of all, Utah was ridiculously beautiful and awe-inspiring. Driving through the mountains was incredible, as it always is. But it looked different that Colorado or the Tetons or something. Again, I wish I could describe it. The mountains aren't as jagged, not as weathered. They're browns and reds and greens. They're huge and they make you feel small and powerful at the same time. I really love the mountains and it was beautiful light, the sun was just beginning to set. It was great.

The downhill part was that my mom took over driving when we crossed the border. Now, I wouldn't say I am a control freak, but it kicks in occasionally when someone else drives my car. And I love my mother, but it was making me nervous to have to be in the passenger seat winding through the mountains. I was trying my best not to be the obnoxious passenger who is clearly tense the whole time someone's driving. You know, grabbing the handle and kind of gasping every time we took a corner at 80 mph. It was a little stressful.

The other big bummer is that it was dark by the time we got into Idaho. I was really excited to see Idaho, but I guess I'll have to wait until the morning. The one thing I can say Idaho has is extreme stars. I mean, extreme. I could see galaxies. It was awesome. It may have something to do with the fact that it was for real dark. No cities=no lights=lots of stars. I like it.

I took over driving again, my mom promptly fell asleep and a prime mix of the wicked soundtrack and disney songs took us the rest of the way into Boise. We have settled into the Comfort Inn and are only about 7 hours behind schedule. I'll be up in 5 hours and headed the rest of the way to Wildhorse. I am excited. And for the first time I really mean excited. And don't worry, I'll be home in 12 hours and one year.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Broken Down in Cheyenne

It's day 2 of the trip out to Oregon and the Blazer has already broken down. I can't be mad at her. She's getting a little old and quite frankly, this is unfamiliar terrain for her. But let me start at the beginning.

Our trip began yesterday at around 2:00. We took off from my mom's house in Jeff City. My Blazer is literally loaded to the ceiling. I have tucked something into every nook and cranny. I was able to fit all my books, all my DVDS AND all my board games. It was a day to celebrate. You can't remotely see out the back window, which distressed my mom a little. And you have to slam the back hatch shut in order to get it to latch, but everything fit. And that's what side mirrors are for.

We drove to Kansas City and then hit the mother of all rainstorms. We were driving 30 mph on the highway and could not see a thing. But it didn't last very long, so all was good. We got onto 29 and took that all the way into Lincoln, NE, where we stayed for the night. It was a good drive all and all and the Travelodge beds were comfy, so things were looking up.

Today was even better. We left Lincoln at about 9:30 with a goal of making it to Rawlins, WY. It was going to be about an 8 hour drive, nothing too bad. We basically had to make it all the way across the length of Nebraska and half of Wyoming. We made it through Nebraska in great time and crossed into Wyoming. I was excited to get into Wyoming. It's exactly what you think of, lots of open space. I completely understand why they call it Big Sky country. It's just so vast. That seems weird, but you step out of the car and you just feel small. The sky is huge and you know that there is absolutely nothing for miles. And everything is Cowboy themed which makes me giggle.

We were headed into Cheyenne at about 3:00 and were planning to stop for awhile there, see the capital, maybe do a little shopping, the usual. But right outside of Cheyenne the Blazer started jerking and the gas pedal was kind of not working. That caused me a little bit of concern. So we pulled off in Cheyenne and pulled into a Sierra Trading Post Outlet. Between the water-proof boots and the floor length button-down hunter green women's skirts, we found a gentlemen who is what I think defines Wyoming. He had a white, curly mustache, skin-tight wranglers, big glasses, a cowboy hat, and a denim shirt (that's right, denim on denim). We told him of our predicament and he let us know where the Chevy dealership was and also told us of Palmers, a local car shop.

We headed first to the dealership and David the Dealership Man was not so helpful. Without looking at the car, he told me it was the fuel pump and that it was going to cost $800. He suggested we bring it in tomorrow morning and he would try to get it done. This was not so great for us since we lost 2 hours to go and already had 8 to drive tomorrow. Which wouldn't be a big deal at all if we could leave early, but we would have to wait to get the car fixed. So, dejectedly, we went in search of a hotel. We found a nice LaQuinta Inn, but decided we should at least go check out Palmers.

So off we went, back through the town of Cheyenne to find Palmers. Side note: Cheyenne is a really pretty town. The capital dome is covered in real gold. It's pretty but it's small. You don't actually need that many representatives for a state with a population of like 10. And they have a really cute historic downtown with ranch outfitters and cowboy bars. It was so charming.

Anyway, we made our way to Palmers and it was a little hole in the wall local place. We went in and told them what was up. The gentleman in the office (whose name is Augie- awesome!)quickly suggested that his brother go for a ride in the car to see what was up. So my mom and the bearded brother took off in the car leaving me at the office with Augie. As I was glancing around the office, I started to notice the Christian paraphenalia. It was one of those times where I was pretty certain I was going to get evangelized. And I was pumped. So Augie and I chatted for a while and sure enough, within a few minutes I got the test balloon Jesus reference. He threw it into the conversation and waited to see what my response would be. I gave him the I know what's up response and we proceeded to talk about Jesus and ministry and kids for the next 20-30 minutes. This whole time my mom was in the car with the brother, Pastor Bob, having similar conversations. It was great.

Not so great: my fuel pump has to be replaced. It is going to cost a lot. But Bob and Augie are going to get started on it at 7:30 in the morning and hopefully we will be able to get on the road quickly. And as Pastor Bob reminded me, everything happens for a reason! I'm glad it broke down here at least rather than when I was by myself in the middle of nowhere. And I wasn't in tears leaving Palmers like I was leaving the dealership, so things are looking up.

After leaving Palmers, we followed the very detailed map Augie drew us (which included his house!) to his favorite Mexican resteraunt and then headed back to the LaQuinta. We got the last non-smoking room and are chilling for the night.

I started realizing today that I'm for real moving away. It's weirding me out and I really miss everyone at home already, but I'm getting really excited for the first time. It had been so far away for so long that it didn't really seem real. But now I'm feeling adventurous and excited driving through the Wild West. I can't wait to get out there and get to work. Two more days on the road!