** I thought I posted this awhile ago, but I only left it as a draft**
All right so this is the last entry in the solo road trip. I might have taken a couple of extra days to write this, but my brain is still fried from the whole ordeal.
OK here we go.
DAY 3: 790 Miles - 8/17/2011
At least my apartment in Toluca Lake, CA, will do for now.
So, like every other day I hit the road, the weather is nice, and not to hot...YET. Oh a Starbucks,..haha must stop need my Iced Mocha.
Well over the hill and into the desert I go, and there is a gas station. I fill up and there is nothing around this place except desert, to the north of the gas station. But to the south makes me think him maybe I'll take a break for a few seconds.
Back in the car I grinned at my new found wealth and got the hell out of there before the tax man catches up with me.
Well I drove for hours and hours and entered Arizona and drove more hours then I started to see trees, I must be near Flagstaff. Beautiful town Flagstaff i,s the cool air and, tall pine trees, so I stopped to eat. Now I have never eaten at a Sonic Burgers, everybody raves about it so I stopped. There was only one problem, it had car service and all the outside seats were taken. The last thing I wanted to do was sit in the car and eat after driving what felt like 7 hours, so I went to the old stand by Burger King.
After relaxing for a bit, I filled up the tank and hit the road for the last time.
And this photo does not do the desolate terrain any justice.
You try to imagine if anyone or anything lives out there. Without a cloud in the sky the unbearable heat and emptiness is mind boggling.
As I continued to drive the road got longer and the sun got hotter, when I found a place to stop I thought that when I got out of the car, I was sure my shadow was going to burst into flames. I bought some ice for the cooler and once more drove on. Now every tells you to not drink sugary liquids when it's hot outside, and this section of desert is the perfect example. Thank god I bought a case of water at he last stop, because you could have just kept and open faucet going into my mouth. That how quickly you dehydrate out here. While the car did have air conditioning, I refused to use it, because if for some god awful reason I break down out here I am fucked. Excuse the language, but unless you driven through here in late August you have no idea what its like.
Imagine being a tiny tiny little creature, trying to cross a teflon coated frying pan that is set on low, that's it. Because if you think about it there are mountains all around you in the distance, so it really is a sick demented gigantic frying pan.
No shade anywhere, except when I lucky enough to drive along side an 18-wheeler, which were far and few between. I guess the truckers and myself are the only ones crazy enough to do this, but at least the truckers are getting paid.
Well I guess this is where the story comes to a close, because before I got down into Los Angeles County the driving continued on like the two paragraphs above. Between Flagstaff to Victorville is a vast empty mess.
So what have I learned from this experience?
1. Next time bring someone with you so you won't go insane.
2. Do not drive through the desert during the hottest time of the summer.
3. The northern route across America is much prettier to look at.
One other quick note, it sucks that gas prices have risen so much over the past 10 years, driving across the country is a wonderful thing that everyone needs to experience. Years ago maybe 15 or so, I drove cross country and if my memory serves my right it cost about $180 round trip and for a plane around $360, and for this time it cost about $600 to drive, but for a plane $420.
So it's unfortunate that it's cheaper to see this beautiful country from 10,000 feet, then to see it from where you should, on your "own" two feet.
Good night, and enjoy the veal
(9/24/2011 My left knee, at this moment has a nice tan)