MISSION ACHIEVED! Holy Crud. I just drove 3000 miles from Spokane to Los Angeles and back to Spokane in 3 days. I feel like some kind of Zen Driving Warrior Demi-God or something. lol. On every epic quest, a journey of discovery transforms the life of the hero. Here are the things I learned on this seemingly endless voyage of roads and freeways and highways: The cities of Irigon, Oregon and Walla Walla, Washington are very close together. And saying the names out loud can be endlessly entertaining for at least 24 seconds, until you start to wonder about your sanity. Then you continue for another ten seconds anyways. Inbetween large cities, the only radio stations that remain clear and strong are the Country and Gospel Talk stations. WHYYYYY. Do they beam those from a satellite? Straight from God? Driving that far made me an instant expert on driver habits per state, and I can say will all honesty that the a-hole quotient multiplies by tenfold the closer to Southern California you are. If the person is in a BMW, factor that by a multiple of at least infinity jillion. If when handing the guy in the funny Park Ranger hat your ten dollars to drive up and see Crater Lake, and he tells you it May be poor visibility today. BELIEVE HIM. Couldnt see further than 10 feet up there. I saw a very nice foggy cloud where a lake supposedly is. I hear its AWESOME though! Grrrr (I WILL BE BACK!) Looking someone in the eye at a nearly deserted rest stop in the middle of the night when you are a large fellow with long hair makes some people clutch their purses and scamper away. I KNEW I shouldnt have been wearing my driving Hockey Mask. pft The distance from Maupin, Wa on the 197 to The Dalles where you connect to the 84 West is exactly one playing of Rammsteins Reise Reise album. Most of my trip was measured in such a fashion. I have weird OCD. If you put really new books and nice stuff in storage in one of those outdoor garage places, it magically becomes old, ruined stuff covered in dust and spiders and cobwebs after three years. Good to know! BONUS ADDITION TO THIS: Traveling in a car with boxes that you just removed cobwebs and spiders from is NOT as fun to sleep in at the Rest Area on the return Drive. Not after the Black Widow crawled out of one of them. I DID IT ANYWAYS. AND LIVED. My worsening eyesight as I age has rendered my night vision ridiculously bad. Driving endless miles at night becomes like a weird video-game/Game of Death. Just follow the blurry white lines and dont hit any red lights or anything else moving. Reminded me of old Atari Driving games! WEEEE! Related to that one: Often bad night vision can make the nighttime a place of pure MAGIC. I thought I saw several UFOs, which may or may not have been odd reflections on my windows at night from passing autos. BUT! I DID see Sasquatch. Or at least, some weird, very tall monster that had glowing eyes, hopping right by my car in the woods like a gazelle one night. Im sure it was Sasquatch. Im sure there is a lot more I learned, but now I need to pass out and sleep for a week. Talk to ya all later! :)
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 05:05:50 +0000
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