Worst Fourth of July Ever
Jul. 5th, 2007 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillRoute 66 Day 8:
Started far too early. I woke up the first time at 5ish when the birds started to tweet, and rolled over. I got up again at 5.30ish because the mattress was deflating and also the tent walls were wet. This is a design flaw in the tent, and requires an even nighttime temperature of 98F to avoid. Managed to doze for a bit. Got up the third and final time at 6ish, when no less than six dogs in the camp started having a barking competition.
This is why I Do Not Camp.
Anyway, after MW and I crawled around each other for a bit, we managed to get on new clean clothing. I announced that I'd like to go home now, thanks. MW wibbled at me, and like the soft-hearted FREAK that I am, I gave in. This was a Mistake. Then we rock-paper-scissor'd for first driver. I won, which means I got to sleep through the rest of that bloody state. Yesterday's post was from a breakfast stop in New Mexico.
New Mexico has one thing, and one thing only, up on Texas: the speed limit is higher.
So we drove along I-40 east for a while, and then picked up a road that goes North for a 200-something mile detour through Las Vegas (no, not the fun one) and Santa Fe. Las Vegas was forgettable.
Santa Fe was built by someone who knows a lot about beauty and the pedestrian mindset and marketing but very little about navigation. Or, in other words: it's a beautiful town and if you don't know how to get through it you WILL be lost for two hours while driving through entire neighborhoods consisting solely of artsy little shops. While pedestrians, who know quite well that there are no such things as street lights in this town, J-walk and you have to swerve like the shits to avoid them.
No, I don't like Santa Fe. How did you guess?
Then we went south, following I-25 some of the time and actual bits of Route 66 into Albuquerque. On the way, we got Lost again, and ended up on a reservation.
Someone, quite a lot of someones, most of whom have either been dead for at least a hundred years or are in a Church, need to pay for that. Preferably with several extremely painful but not-immediately-fatal shots and several billion dollars, up front, in cash.
Albuquerque sucked, and not just because it rained. There was no WiFi and Albuquerque was built in a big drain. I'm sure it was built there because water collects, but it's still a drain. Also, eight hours after I said, "Let's go home," MW processed it and decided that it was going home time. A day of my life wasted traveling when we should have been lazing around a hotel with WiFi or at the very least driving home.
So, yeah. Worst. Fourth of July. Ever.
I'll tell you about Today on Tomorrow.
Started far too early. I woke up the first time at 5ish when the birds started to tweet, and rolled over. I got up again at 5.30ish because the mattress was deflating and also the tent walls were wet. This is a design flaw in the tent, and requires an even nighttime temperature of 98F to avoid. Managed to doze for a bit. Got up the third and final time at 6ish, when no less than six dogs in the camp started having a barking competition.
This is why I Do Not Camp.
Anyway, after MW and I crawled around each other for a bit, we managed to get on new clean clothing. I announced that I'd like to go home now, thanks. MW wibbled at me, and like the soft-hearted FREAK that I am, I gave in. This was a Mistake. Then we rock-paper-scissor'd for first driver. I won, which means I got to sleep through the rest of that bloody state. Yesterday's post was from a breakfast stop in New Mexico.
New Mexico has one thing, and one thing only, up on Texas: the speed limit is higher.
So we drove along I-40 east for a while, and then picked up a road that goes North for a 200-something mile detour through Las Vegas (no, not the fun one) and Santa Fe. Las Vegas was forgettable.
Santa Fe was built by someone who knows a lot about beauty and the pedestrian mindset and marketing but very little about navigation. Or, in other words: it's a beautiful town and if you don't know how to get through it you WILL be lost for two hours while driving through entire neighborhoods consisting solely of artsy little shops. While pedestrians, who know quite well that there are no such things as street lights in this town, J-walk and you have to swerve like the shits to avoid them.
No, I don't like Santa Fe. How did you guess?
Then we went south, following I-25 some of the time and actual bits of Route 66 into Albuquerque. On the way, we got Lost again, and ended up on a reservation.
Someone, quite a lot of someones, most of whom have either been dead for at least a hundred years or are in a Church, need to pay for that. Preferably with several extremely painful but not-immediately-fatal shots and several billion dollars, up front, in cash.
Albuquerque sucked, and not just because it rained. There was no WiFi and Albuquerque was built in a big drain. I'm sure it was built there because water collects, but it's still a drain. Also, eight hours after I said, "Let's go home," MW processed it and decided that it was going home time. A day of my life wasted traveling when we should have been lazing around a hotel with WiFi or at the very least driving home.
So, yeah. Worst. Fourth of July. Ever.
I'll tell you about Today on Tomorrow.
