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
1 comment:
you guys are too much...I can't believe you decided to make this trip. We drove to North Carolina two weeks ago for vacation. It took us about ten hours. We can relate to the horrible food while traveling. When you're on the highway you see the choices of restaurants for the next exit and you decide to go a bit further praying there will be something better up ahead, but no...it's the same crappy fast food.
Drive careful!!
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