Wednesday, August 31, 2005

If you ever plan to motor west, travel my way, take the highway that's the best

Warning - very long post...pix at the end

Back in July, a few friends came over to the house to help celebrate my birthday. Somehow during the conversation it came up that a certain Miata named Chia was going to be shipped out to Phoenix at some point to be reunited with her owners that had recently relocated there. I casually suggested that Joel and I should deliver it out there for them. We all laughed and the conversation moved on and I really didn’t think anymore about it.

Well, several weeks later I got an email from Joel asking which weekend we should take this journey. I was a bit taken aback at first – the thought of driving almost entirely across the country in a long weekend were a bit overwhelming. But I thought about it and decided at the very least it should provide good blogging material and it might provide a much needed break from some of the stuff going on in my life.

Over the next couple of weeks we made arrangements: picking a weekend, working out the logistics, booking the return flight, figuring out whether to go with the hard top or the soft top, etc. The actual trip began for me when I got off work Thursday afternoon. I headed to Washington National Airport (yes, I know it has a new name, but you won’t find me using it). I parked my car in the Economy lot and jumped aboard the shuttle to go to Metro so that I could meet Karyn and the girls at Pentagon City. Well, when I got to the Metro I realized that I had left my cell phone in the car so I had to ride back out to the parking lot, get my phone and return to Metro.

I met the family and began the drive to Roanoke. We stopped at the Five Guys in Woodstock and I introduced everyone to their burgers and fries. Grace and Mattie proclaimed them to be the best ever! The remainder of the trip on 81 took forever as there was a ton of road work going on in addition to the usual heavy truck traffic. We arrived safely, everyone went to bed and I did laundry and packed and joined my slumbering family.

The next morning Sam was to take me to Joel’s house on his way to work. He said he would pick me up around 7. I got my things together and headed out to the front porch to wait for him. Luckily I remembered at the last minute to grab my cars keys, otherwise Joel and I would have gotten to DC and discovered that I had no way to start my car. As I waited for Sam, I had time to do a little weeding in the front flowerbeds. In fact, by the time he arrived around 7:30, I was almost done. The trip to Joel’s was uneventful, other than a brief encounter with a sappy Carpenter’s love song that I made Sam quickly change (he was getting into a little too much for my comfort level).

By 9, Joel and I were off in the Miata. Joel drove first, through southwestern Virginia and eastern Tennessee. We spotted about two dozen law enforcement vehicles during this portion of the trip; perhaps they were watching for the NASCAR fans headed to Bristol (you know how those crazy NASCAR fans drive…). Somewhere before Nashville we put the top down and I took a shift driving.

Outside of Nashville it began to pour and I chose to pull over and put the top back up. We went around Nashville, got out of the storm and put the top back down. Tennessee is one wide state but we managed to make it across to Memphis around dinner time. First stop was gas and I exited 40 and began to look for a gas station. I found what I thought was a gas station – it had pumps etc. But we soon found out it was a municipal pump when an officer pulled up to get gas. He directed us to another station down the road and we filled up and headed to Beale Street to look around and get some grub.

I was very impressed with Memphis – definitely a place I would like to spend some more time. There was a lot of neat architecture (even a pyramid), lots of unique housing near the downtown area, and Beale Street seems like it would be a ton of fun at night. We walked around a little then went into the Hard Rock Café for souvenirs for Jilian - she collects their pins and shot glasses. We were informed by the folks in the gift shop that the shot glasses are cheaper if you get them at the bar with a shot in them. So I made the sacrifice and had a shot so that we could save a buck. We asked the bartender where to go to get good ribs and she directed us to a place named Rendezvous in a nearby alley. I was a little nervous that she was actually sending a couple of out of towners to our demise (perhaps she had been able to ascertain that Joel was a damn Yankee). But we went anyway.

The place is indeed in the alley and then down below ground level. The ribs were incredible, but the thing that won it my affection most was the tea. You know you are in the true South when you order tea and they don’t even ask sweet or unsweet. This was the best sweet tea I have ever had (my grandmother’s mint tea is still the best overall). It was perfectly sweetened and served very cold. I had a few glasses and would have had more if I had thought Joel would stop to let me go to the bathroom before we needed gas again. We left the restaurant and returned to the car. Along the way we found another souvenir for Jilian and a store selling “Wholesale Ladies Ready to Wear” – too bad we didn’t have any extra space in the Miata .... We left Memphis and Tennessee and continued our westward journey in Arkansas.

Arkansas was fairly uneventful – we were treated to a very nice sunset. We made it past Little Rock (which Joel had mistakenly determined to be half way) and stopped for the night in Russellville. The hotel we stayed at doubled as a girls’ dorm for a local college. Unfortunately the days driving had worn us out, or we might have hung out in the lobby a little while, just to be friendly. The next morning we got an early start and continued our travels.

We started out with the top down and the heat on. The top remained down throughout the daylight hours, despite a couple of rain showers (Joel refused to stop for anything but gas). We crossed the many Native American Nations that make up Oklahoma. In Texas we passed the self-proclaimed largest freestanding cross in the western hemisphere - though Joel and I both thought we had seen a bigger one in Tennessee. The thing that got us through this part of the trip – almost three entire states in fact – was an 80’s cd that Rex had made for me when I left my previous job. It has now been named “Rex’s tri-state 80’s mix” and it must have almost every song recorded in the 80’s on it.

We arrived in Albuquerque New Mexico in time for dinner. I asked a lady at the gas station where to find a good Southwestern type restaurant and she gave me directions to a strip that was supposed to be full of them (she didn’t want to give a particular recommendation). We got to the strip but found nothing for quite awhile and then only located a single Mexican restaurant. Luckily it turned out to be an excellent choice – the food was great. Joel seemed to be playing the role of a bull in a bullfight – he kept being attracted to the color red; more specifically to ladies in the restaurant wearing red. We left Albuquerque and headed to Flagstaff, our chosen stop for the night.

This part of the journey was really interesting. First off, west of Albuquerque is where the landscape really changes. The mountains and valleys were spectacular. We saw many trains, and unlike in SWVA, you could see the entire train because there were no obstacles. After another great sunset, we could see countless stars thanks to low light interference and being in a convertible. Then the storms came and the wind started blowing tumbleweed across the road – it was. We could also see lightning all around, but heard no thunder. The rains came hard and forced us to finally put the top up for the night. We arrived in Flagstaff, found a place to stay and went to get some beer. While I was paying for the beer, the lady behind the counter told me about an attempted robbery in the store the night before – we left pretty quickly.

The next morning we got a very early start to the Grand Canyon. The drive up was beautiful, with ever-changing scenery. We paid the fee, got our map, drove to the first parking area and got out to go view the canyon. I was totally blown away – I got chills down my spine. Nothing I had ever seen had prepared me for the vastness. I can’t even begin to describe it in words and pictures just don’t do it justice. Definitely a place that I will return for an extended visit. Joel and I got some supplies and did a little hiking around the rim and into the canyon a little ways. Around noon, we reluctantly left the park (I think Joel’s reluctance was largely based on the number of attractive women in the park). On the way back through Flagstaff, we stopped at the Route 66 Dog Haus for lunch – great chili dogs!

The drive to Tempe was hell – although hell may be cooler. Traffic was crazy. We had the top down and by the time we reached Tempe the temperature was 116 – a record. It was so hot that highway overpasses were a welcome, albeit brief, respite. While stopped in the shade of one such overpass as we neared Rob’s and Kris’, we were victims of a miniature sandstorm (apparently a car above had managed to throw sand over the side rail somehow).

We arrived at Rob’s and Kris’ temporary digs and were treated to refreshingly cold water, beer, quesadillas (with real Mexican queso and homemade guacamole). Once the day began to cool to a more manageable 110, we ventured out to downtown Tempe for dinner and beers. It was a quiet Sunday night, the company was great and it was nice to be able to relax and talk.

The next morning we bade Kris farewell and Rob took us to the airport. After some initial confusion as to the departure gate we found our way to the plane and headed for Houston. Unfortunately some bad weather was heading to that part of the country as well. We arrived in Houston just in time to board our completely booked flight to Washington. The plane taxied a bit, then stopped. This was the first of many stops and starts in what turned out to be about a 3 hour wait to take off (based on a bit of overheard conversation between the gate agent and the pilot, Joel and I speculated that this gave the pilot time to read Flying For Dummies). We arrived at National, found the way to my car and, after I made a few wrong turns out of the airport, managed to find our way toward SWVA. After depositing Joel at his house, I continued the last part of the journey alone and finally parked the car at 2:38.

It was a great trip! I thank Rob and Kris for providing us with the opportunity to take the journey in the first place. I also thank Joel for taking the idea and making it a reality and for always driving into the setting sun!

Nat King Cole Trio (and countless other covers) / (Get Your Kicks On) Route 66


waiting for Sam


still waiting for Sam


Sam


Memphis Pyramid


Beale Street


mmm Rendezvous


Shouldn't there be a comma after Ladies?


I'm cool


Sunset Boulevard?


See Joel, we could have fit the camping gear


The heat is on...


Largest Cross in...this area?


Smokin'!!!


We aren't "back east" anymore


Choo Choo


I've seen fire and I've seen rain


Looks like elk hang out on the road rather than running acoss it like deer


Yabba-Dabba-Doo


Apparently "All Others" doesn't include "U.S. Citizens 62 or Older"


I swear these birds were just waiting for us to die


the tenacity of life


Joel, how much further do you want me to step back?


Wow!


Ditto!


Um Joel, we aren't supposed to approach the wildlife


The long and winding road


Look, up in the air - it's a?


that boulder looks pretty precarious


leaving reasonable temperatures behind


in the Dog Haus


are you supposed to apply sunscreen while driving


Umm, I think we might have made a wrong turn


Soave - tailing a cute girl from Phoenix to Tempe


Line em up


Home

Thursday, August 25, 2005

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one

I'm sick of jargon, especially acronyms. They are everywhere! At work: IPT, PJP, CRM, ERP, yada, yada, yada. Driving around: OBX, HI, W, blah, blah, blah. I was even at a party recently where someone asked me if I was part of the OLN crowd. Huh? Apparently OLN is Our Lady of Nazareth Catholic Church, of which I am obviously not a part as I had no idea what he was talking about. I've been trying to understand why we have this need to create acronyms for everything from our work to where we vacation to even the President of the United States. It doesn't help bring clarity to the situation.

I've come to the conclusion that what it does is create a sense of belonging and superiority for those in the know. Sort of a club based on what jargon you know. Most people today don't feel very connected to their communities or families, they don't belong to social clubs the way they used to. Many are also very insecure in their jobs and their place in the world. But as social beings we still have the need to connect and to be part of a group, so we do this by putting an OBX sticker on our car and letting other people that vacation in the Outer Banks know that we are part of their group (even if we don't really go there, we are at least in the know about the Outer Banks). We spout acronyms at work to show that we are in the know (although I've found that usually the folks that are spouting the most jargon and acronyms have the least real knowledge of the subject at hand) and to make the folks that may not be familiar with the latest buzz words feel a bit out of the loop.

It's all just a little sad somehow. It would be great if we could all just strive for clarity and universal understanding, instead of building these little kingdoms of "knowledge". If we all were so full of self confidence that we could communicate (really communicate) with each other without feeling threatened in any way. And maybe I'm just blowing it out of proportion, maybe the folks with OBX stickers really just love the Outer Banks and want everyone else to know that. If so, fine. But if the reason that the sticker is on the car is because the neighbors have the sticker on their car, then maybe the OBX sticker should be replaced by the one I saw the other day that I really liked - BFD.

John Lennon / Imagine

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Many miles away, there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore of a dark Scottish lake

I took my daughters to my brother's new place at Smith Mountain Lake over the weekend. I had forgotten how much I love lakes. When I was growing up (okay, so I really didn't grow UP much, but I did get older) my family spent time at my uncle's lake house on Lake Gaston. Those are some very happy memories.

The weekend was great! I got to waterski again for the first time in over 15 years. I got up on the first try and even stayed up. I tried to get up on one ski, but couldn't manage it (I blame it on boat driver error). However, I was able to slalom by dropping a ski. I tubed behind a boat for the first time and took each of the girls out on the tube with me. Grace and Mattie each also took a turn by themselves - I was proud. I also tried kneeboarding but couldn't get the hang of it. It seems like too much work, but I'm sure if I could figure it out I would enjoy it.

We had fun just swimming in the lake, boating, swinging, throwing frisbee, jumping off the dock and hanging out with family. My brother, sister-in-law, niece, and her boyfriend were there. My nephew showed up for awhile (part of his 19th birthday celebration) with his girlfriend and college roommate. Him and his roommate were a blast to watch as they egged each other on to crazier and crazier stunts. There were some spectacular wipeouts on the tube. Ah to be young and foolish (oh wait, I still am foolish, just not young anymore). My sister and her husband even showed up on a party boat with the party in full swing. My brother-in-law's cousins on the boat were trying to get us to keep my sister with us (they even offered us a case of beer) but we declined. It is nice to know that she gets as much abuse outside our family as she does within it!

Also watched another movie - I finally saw ELF. I thought it was a very funny movie with perfect casting - Bob Newhart was great.

Police / Synchronicity II

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

You think you’re in the movies and everything's so deep

Okay, so I finally got tired of the whole video store thing. It wasn't a late fee thing because we're good about returning movies on time. It was more of the effort of going and looking around and not being able to remember what you want to see and them not having what you want, etc. Anyway, I signed up for Netflix and got my first two movies (The Whale Rider and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid) last week. We watched The Whale Rider (Karyn and I actually watched it twice, first without the girls, then with them). I loved the movie - great story; superb acting; positive message. It was really a great movie to watch at home with the girls because we could pause the action and discuss concepts as they came up. I think it helped them understand the movie better than they might have if we had seen it in the theater.

We have been supporting our local historic theater link quite a bit lately. I took the girls there to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and the whole family went to see March of the Penguins. I really enjoyed both movies. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was great escapism and had a great look. It was also fun to see because I had read the book to the girls during our road trip to Wisconsin. March of the Penguins showcases incredible nature filmmaking in the harshest of conditions and tells of the amazing lengths that Emperor Penguins go to in order to propagate their species. I wonder how many human parents would perform similar feats for their offspring.

Final movie-related thread - last night I stumbled upon Screen on the Green. It takes place in DC and they show movies on the Mall. Last night's picture was Suspicion. While not my favorite Hitchcock movie, it was fun watching with a crowd of people in the great outdoors. I especially liked the Pepe Le Pew short before the movie. People watching was fun too - lots of picnics and groups having fun. I was sitting up near the screen and had about 2 feet of space on either side of me - the American space buffer. This couple came up and asked if I would mind sliding to one side so that they could squeeze in. I did and was rewarded for my kindness - they shared their wine with me. Nice way to spend an evening.

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