I know I have neglected this space recently. Many sorries to everyone out there in TV-land. I'm in the thick of it here on the Virginia side of the Blue Ridge . A U-Haul trailer has been filled, locked, and hitched to the Forester, which has a 9 foot kayak strapped to the top of it. The backseat is ready to be occupied by an 11 month old Redbone Coonhound. I tore a lamp-shade trying to cram it into the trunk. Over the next week, I'll be driving across this fair country of ours and hopefully blogging along the way (starting Tuesday) and posting pictures on facebook (starting already). I still haven't figured out an apartment in Seattle, still no job. It's a big jump. It's terrifying. It's liberating. It's god-damn American. (Yeah, I said it.)
3,058 Miles
Mouth of Wilson, Virginia to Oak Hill, West Virginia
Oak Hill, West Virginia to Bloomington, Indiana
Bloomington, Indiana to Des Moines, Iowa
Des Moines, Iowa to Sturgis, South Dakota
Sturgis, South Dakota to Jackson, Wyoming
Jackson, Wyoming to Missoula, Montana
Missoula, Montana to Seattle, Washington
Big jump.
3 comments:
i can wave from north dakota when you pass through our neighbor, south dakota, a state often mistaken for us.
oh a cross-country car trip! everyone should do at least one in a lifetime.
Safe, engaging, fun travels, my friend. Looking forward to seeing how things progress, and no doubt everything's going to be in the positive realm.
Coolest. Thing. Ever.
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