Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Day Two: Bakersfield, CA to Flagstaff, AZ via Grand Canyon National Park (596 miles)

Before I commence with the update, I just need to say that we're looking for comments to let us know that you're reading this. Michelle can check the site from her phone while we're driving, and it's always nice to get some feedback while we're on the road. Just click on the "comments" link at the end of this post. OK, enough begging...

Our journey started at about 9:30 this morning with a trip through the barren wasteland that is the Mojave Desert. Once again, temperatures outside reached 103 degrees. The scenery was pretty interesting for about 30 seconds (you've seen one strange bush and cactus, you've seen them all). Michelle and the dog then fell asleep after taking some pictures of the desert and the numerous wind farms.

Our first stop of the day for food, gas, and Charley's bathroom break was a friggin' Dairy Queen. It wasn't like a lot of the DQs on the East coast since it also had a full food menu (other than ice cream). I opted for the grilled chicken, Michelle the hamburger/salad combo. Charley and I shared french fries. Michelle surprised me by buying me a doo-rag in the attached convenience store. I surprised both of us by forgetting to take it from our table. There is now someone in Ludlow, California who is the proud owner of a white doo-rag. May God have mercy on his soul.

Michelle Interjects: If a good friend of yours...your BFF...a friend you could drive 3,000 miles with and feel confident that you most likely won't fight too much...bought you a gift, wouldn't you cherish it? When you're standing in the checkout of the DQ, irritated by the level of incompetency around you, and you see something that speaks to you - "Gee, Gary would look friggin' hot in that". You don't even think twice about dropping 1.79 to make your BFF smile. And he leaves it behind. I hope we see that 300 lb trucker, wearing my gift to Gary on his sweaty head, so at least I've made someone happy today.

Oh, I almost forgot. I came close to rear-ending a tractor trailer today. I was about to pass it on my left, so I looked in my side-view mirror as I was about to turn into the lane, and I saw a California Highway Patrol car fast approaching. Not wanting to cut the officer off, I stayed in my lane, and had to break heavily to avoid hitting the truck. Luckily, nothing happened (except for all of our earthly possessions in the backseat flying forward - including Charley). Michelle was good about it though...she didn't yell at me, and she climbed into the back to make everything good as new. What a gal!

After some should we/should we not debate, we decided on checking out the Grand Canyon, as Michelle and Charley had never seen it before. It really wasn't that much of a "detour", so we reserved a hotel in Flagstaff, AZ, and headed over to Grand Canyon National Park. It's funny...the Grand Canyon is simply amazing and stunning and immense. But if you're not hiking down it, or going whitewater rafting on the Colorado, you can get a little tired of staring at it after a while. So we stared, stared some more, took some photos, and then headed to the hotel.

Charley has really been phenomenal so far. He's great in the car as long as he gets a pit-stop every three hours or so. He's also a minor celebrity, as everyone who sees him tells him how adorable he is, and (if he's feeling up to it) gets to rub his belly. He has been the cultural bridge to the social gap this roadtrip represents, giving Michelle and I the opportunity to talk with a bunch of people that we most likely wouldn't have. Of course, after a long day of schmoozing and glad-handing, Charley deserves a little R&R in the back seat of the TrailBlazer.
2 states down, 6 to go...





Early Morning Drama

Universal truth: Blood sells blogs. What better way to start off your morning than with a picture of Michelle's bloody finger that she received while walking Charley this morning. Seems that Charley has a thing for chasing cats and Michelle has a thing for trying to hold on to Charley's leash as tightly as possible while he chases said cats. Put the two together, and you have a recipe for bloody disasters (and blog hits).

One more universal truth. Michelle likes to work. Worky work work. Worky McWorkster. I've tried telling her that she's on vacation. Any other ideas (your comments are welcome)? Another update coming tonight at the next hotel stop...

Monday, July 30, 2007

Day One: San Francisco, CA to Bakersfield, CA (286 miles)

Leaving California wasn't easy. So we didn't.

Don't be unimpressed by the number of miles driven today. Well...feel free to be unimpressed, just don't blame us. Michelle had to dial-in to a conference call for work at 5pm (PDT), so we had to be in a hotel that had wireless by the time the call came around. It's amazing how much passion she feels around enabling people around the world to to have body butter available to them 24 hours a day. She is a true activist, saving one dry skin patch at a time.

Bakersfield had all the right qualities (reachable by 5pm, close proximity to the 40 - our interstate of choice for this journey, pet-friendly hotels with wireless, stiffling heat, high crime, etc.) so it became the official first stop on the baseball watchin', apple pie eatin', strip mall shoppin' tour of this beautiful country. If it only was a bit more scenic and didn't smell everywhere of cow shit.

The drive was fairly uneventful. No good scenery. No good music (until we put in the mix-CD that Kris made Michelle - thanks dude!). It was quite the yawnfest. Charley took every opportunity to stick his head out the window, even after the stern warning about flying debris that was read to him from the "Traveling with Pets" book. The dog is quite the nonconformist. He also was the first to snore. I'm guessing he won't be the last.

We met our first enemy in our quest to eat healthy during this trip - a rest stop with only a Foster Freeze and a Taco Bell. We opt'd for Taco Bell, and as much as Michelle hates food that is "mushed together", she was drawn in by the word "grilled" in the Grilled Chicken Taquito. Sounded better than the fried chalupa. As you can tell from the picture, it was a folded up quesadilla that was obviously not grilled and filled with chewy chicken parts and greasy cheese.

We are now retired in our lovely room at the Red Lion (actually a fairly nice hotel) where we are playing with our laptops like good little nerds. We've decided that the Macaroni Grill Curbside will be our eatery of choice for the evening. Since the temperature outside is reduced to 90 and Charley can't stop panting, we figured ordering in was required.

No need to map out our route for tomorrow, as we have chosen Interstate 40 to do all the work for us.

For those of you reading in San Fran, I think it's safe to say that Michelle already misses you. For those of you reading in Jersey, we both miss you. For those of you reading in North Carolina, who are you and how did you find this blog?

Vital Signs:

  • Highest outside temperature recorded while driving: 104
  • # of fast food restaurants visited: 1 (Taco Bell)
  • Items purchased at said fast food restaurant: 2 Spicy Chicken Burritos (Gary), 1 Chicken Grilled Taquito w/ sour cream (Michelle)
  • # of times Michelle said she feels sick after eating food: 2