A girl I knew, who loved January as much as May,
— January. I can’t brush off the
Silence without messing up my hair, it’s a strand from a lazy web,
And a year has gone by
Since we last hung the weatherman
Begging for prescience
Beneath his kicking feet
It conquers nothing
But the world
Changes too fast, how the taxi comes and whisks the heart clean
, then, I do believe the wind must have been beautiful once,
Now stripped of a body.
And here, the sun also rises
Beneath our kicking
Made it to the big time, coast to coast with 4000+ miles on the trip odometer and the adventure continues! After a brief sojourn in Niagara Falls on the Canadian side (and an unexpected night of buzzed miniature golf), we slipped down to Boston for a couple days, taking up residence at Chandler Inn in South End district. We left the car in a garage and took to the streets, from our homebase up the freedom trail to Bunker Hill, all over Newburry Street and Chinatown, through Boston Commons, and into Cambridge, passing MIT and winding up in Harvard. Shout out to Ted (friend of cousin from OC), the first familiar face I’ve seen on the trip. Thanks for dining with us! Our last day in Boston, we returned to my car to find the battery dead. AAA came by with roadside assistance, their conclusion: somebody (me?) left the light on for 3 days. Since my battery had collapsed earlier in Boulder, Colorado, we decided not to take anymore chances. Forty minutes out of town, I pulled off and replaced the sucker.
So right now we’re in New York City, a drive billed as 3 1/2 hours from Boston but wound up to be 8 due to traffic. Don’t need a car here, having one around is more hassle than its worth. This has got to be the funnest and most action-packed city we’ve been in so far. Met up with some college buddies for lunch, Cindy and Coleman, and explored the subway systems, the water taxi. Hooray to the first decent Chinese food in weeks. The Statue of Liberty is much smaller than I had imagined it to be. Later tonight, we will look into meeting up with aforementioned buddies and also with some other folks for nightlife fun. Partying is serious business here. One of the clubs that’s been on my list is actually opening their doors at 4 AM and pounding it out until noon. Hence, we are back at our hotel, Sofitel, and supposedly busting some ZZZs. David’s snoring away already.
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Long night. Buddies couldn’t make it. Toast to new friends, Lynn and Lisa, for long conversations, bar hopping, and street wandering until dawn. Club was bunk but everything else was perfect. Just made it back to the hotel, 6:30 AM, sleepy time.
A dozen mosquitoes and one cigarette
Beside a hotel light, we watched the fairies dance,
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I’m standing outside, plotting the next step. Sore all over, from sitting in one position too long, from walking all over Chicago, from sleeping on strange mattresses every night. I never knew that a car seat’s microfiber can chafe so bad. We’re at 3000 miles now and it’s funny to think how I had intended to solo this trip, but David has proved to be an excellent travel companion, a great source of conversation to keep the mind active. We’ve crossed huge swathes of land and discovered a thing or two about ourselves. Who would’ve thought.
So last night, we got to a talking about what we’re going to do when we return home in a couple of weeks. I confessed to a mental breakdown; the recent weeks / months / years preceding this trip had been particularly rough, isolating. Hence, the incessant drinking and disappearing acts. It was strange analyzing when that fear crept in, how I had become frightened of living. A person can blame everything but himself.
Long story short, there’s a point where you have to accept responsibility. Something may have happened but your reaction is your own doing just as it is your own triumph. Choices. So. I still don’t know what I will be doing. But there’s a couple weeks left and maybe when I get back, I’ll have a better way of finding out. Here’s to newfound independence and a lighter load. A pleasant night.
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Where we’ve stayed at since last post:
06/11 Denver, Colorado
06/12 Rapid City, South Dakota
06/13 Rochester, Minnesota
06/14 – 06/16 Chicago, Illinois
06/17 Cleveland, Ohio
DAY ONE :: 06/09
Left San Diego around 9 AM for a last minute detour to Orange County (see previous entry on ridiculously expensive guides). Our first stop was Williams (originally intended to be Flagstaff), Arizona, conveniently situated along our main road of choice, Route 66, where we have set camp for the night and taken in the local scenery. Great steaks and a staged gunfight. We’ve seen plenty of dirt and ‘interesting rock formations’ (our tag line for the trip so far) and tomorrow, we will head north for an hour to the Grand Canyon.
DAY TWO :: 06/10
In Alburquerque, after 1000 miles logged. We hit the road early, enjoyed a breakfast of cinnamon cereal, partook in the natural wonder that the Colorado River has wrought. Along the way to our current resting hole, we also stopped at a real-life Meteor Crater. It’s big. Right now, we’re pretty beat. Morale is high. Not much partying yet which can wait until we get to the East Coast. A change of plans is sending us to Boulder, Colorado, tomorrow and the day after, Rapid Falls (to Mount Rushmore), South Dakota.
It occurred to me as I hit the 805 / 5 interchange that I may have forgotten something. And not just anything but something really important.
Shit. The travel guides.
Luckily, I remembered. Unfortunately, by then, I was 60 miles south, arriving at my friend’s apartment, and the day’s activities will have already been in mid-swing. After the party, in several hours time, we will be on our way to Flagstaff, Arizona, the first leg of a month+ long roadtrip across this strange and beautiful country. And then New Mexico. And from there, wherever. Chicago. Boston. New York.
If you’d like a postcard (memory-willing), send your address to fan777 at gmail.com.
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06/07 Hooray to Raveonettes and cover band, Midnight Movies.
05/31 Hooray to Nico Vega and cover band, Coto Normal.
nings, only Endings
And now I face a window,
A perception of opportunity;
Of all the things to turn to,
It isn’t Marilyn Monroe
Or even that print of Paris,
But rather, something