Trip thus far
Feb. 21st, 2010 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amanda_loddenWe have made it to Destination: Rose and Brian's (yesterday, but trip reports are not my highest priority).
Driving a truck towing a car is far more effort than originally expected. You have to go slower, and it's harder to keep everything under control, so you spend more time fighting the steering wheel. That means having to stop earlier. Couple that with getting a later start than I had figured, and it all adds up to getting to Rose and Brian's much later than we'd planned. We'd pretty much figured that out by Thursday night, too.
So I was a bit surprised Friday when, outside of San Bernadino, I realized that I was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace. We're seriously late for the only section of the trip that has any sort of schedule attached at all, our triceps hurt from driving, we'd just witnessed a bad accident maybe an hour before... but I've got a charming travel companion whose music doesn't completely suck, the landscape was gorgeous and contained a couple of things that made me insanely happy, and all the planning for this trip was either already done or wasn't going to happen at all. Also, the accident didn't involve us (though it came close, and CJ's comment afterward was "Nicely done", referring to my skills at keeping us out of it), my back has been behaving itself very nicely, and we re-scheduled a little bit to still be able to see everyone we had plans to see (though rain in Tucson ultimately prevented us from seeing Shawn).
So far, it's quite lovely, and now we are thoroughly enjoying Rose and Brian's excellent hospitality before we head off to lunch with my aunt and uncle tomorrow (originally planned for Friday, but they were quite gracious about the reschedule) and then it's first star to the left and straight on until morning. Only without the "until morning" part because we plan to stop and rest whenever we darned well feel like it.
Oh, and those things that made me insanely happy? Huge farms of wind power in the mountains, and cattle happily grazing in the hills (meaning: not in feed lots).
Driving a truck towing a car is far more effort than originally expected. You have to go slower, and it's harder to keep everything under control, so you spend more time fighting the steering wheel. That means having to stop earlier. Couple that with getting a later start than I had figured, and it all adds up to getting to Rose and Brian's much later than we'd planned. We'd pretty much figured that out by Thursday night, too.
So I was a bit surprised Friday when, outside of San Bernadino, I realized that I was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace. We're seriously late for the only section of the trip that has any sort of schedule attached at all, our triceps hurt from driving, we'd just witnessed a bad accident maybe an hour before... but I've got a charming travel companion whose music doesn't completely suck, the landscape was gorgeous and contained a couple of things that made me insanely happy, and all the planning for this trip was either already done or wasn't going to happen at all. Also, the accident didn't involve us (though it came close, and CJ's comment afterward was "Nicely done", referring to my skills at keeping us out of it), my back has been behaving itself very nicely, and we re-scheduled a little bit to still be able to see everyone we had plans to see (though rain in Tucson ultimately prevented us from seeing Shawn).
So far, it's quite lovely, and now we are thoroughly enjoying Rose and Brian's excellent hospitality before we head off to lunch with my aunt and uncle tomorrow (originally planned for Friday, but they were quite gracious about the reschedule) and then it's first star to the left and straight on until morning. Only without the "until morning" part because we plan to stop and rest whenever we darned well feel like it.
Oh, and those things that made me insanely happy? Huge farms of wind power in the mountains, and cattle happily grazing in the hills (meaning: not in feed lots).
