Epic Fortnight: Day 6

Miles Traveled: 411

States Covered: Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona

States That Were Completely New to Me: 2

Trains Spotted: 2

Route: US 160, US 89, US 64

Number of Selfies Dad Accidentally Took by Holding Down the Button: 36

I'm not going to lie, I'm getting a little burned out.  Which is ridiculous, considering all I've basically done for a week is sit in a car.  So naturally, we're going to hike the Grand Canyon tomorrow.

Oh, P.S., we made it to the Grand Canyon today!

Majestic.

That's right, we finally made it out of Colorado.  You know, I get why Colorado is a thing.  It's ridiculously beautiful, lots of different terrains, good beer, and nice people.  The mountains are almost offensively beautiful, and everyone seems pretty chill.  It may be a little too groovy for me, and I think I love water too much for me to be a true devotee of the state, but I could definitely stand to spend some more time there.  But not on this trip.  It was time to move on.

And move on we did!  Yesterday we made it through those glorious mountains with their sugar coating of snow, and I was a little disappointed to come out on the other side.  There's something so anticlimactic about driving out of the mountains.  Especially after spending so much time with these views.

I could hang out there all day, every day.  But only if there was a theatre.  There should be more professional theatres on top of mountains.  Just throwing it out there.

After a day in the mountains, we spent some time in Durango, CO, which had a much more South West feeling.  AND the most amazing vintage store I've seen in my life (I don't know how I made it out unscathed), plus a beautiful leather goods store.  Apparently Durango wanted all of my money.  I did not oblige... sadly.

Today was more amazing, though very different views.

Good times.  But now sleep.

Epic Fortnight: Day 1

Miles Traveled: 593

States Covered: Michigan, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois

Trains Spotted: 1

Christmas Songs Listened To: 0.5

Route: US 24

Okay, Sports Fans, it's finally happened.  The epic road trip we've all been waiting for has finally commenced.  And by "we", I mean "me".  There was limited amount of time for prep, but Dad and I managed to make it out of the house this morning by 7:30, we collected our free breakfast sandwiches, and were on our way!

... Until Dad decided he really did want his leather jacket, so we went back to the parents' place to pick it up.  So we'll say our honest departure time was more like 8:00.

Priorities.

 Now, as you may have noticed in the description of the blog, we like to road trip old school style.  And since today was mostly just a LOT of driving (all Dad, he's a beast), I figured I could shine some light on how these particular Fritsches like to take on the road.  There wasn't too much people watching (a.k.a. people judging) or grand adventuring today, so don't worry, I'm not sacrificing other content by giving some exposition.

We're cooler than you.

Number one rule: NO GPS.  That's right.  Whoever isn't driving has to have the giant atlas on her lap and pay attention to roadsigns.  It's like a game!  Maps are fun!  Plus, no major freeways, so you do have to pay attention, because you never know when your tiny little two-lane highway is going to veer off to the left with limited signage, and you almost end up continuing straight because both of you are distracted by a house fire.

Other rules include: No chain hotels (the place we're staying tonight is called "The Althoff Motel), no fast food joints, lots of coffee, NO COUNTRY MUSIC, and everything is secretly a competition.  Trying to spot out of state license plates is a constant activity.

I'm pretty wiped out, AND IT FEELS LIKE MIDNIGHT BECAUSE OF THE TIME CHANGE/GOING OVER STATE LINES/IMPENETRABLE DARKNESS, so I think I'll just leave you with a few highlights...

Dad (at the beginning of the trip): There are two things I don't want to do on this trip.  I don't want to be a complete cheapskate when it comes to things like tipping.  I want my default to be "generous".  Also, I don't want to make everyone bend to my will.  I don't want to go across the country expecting things to be just the way I'm used to or want them to be.  I want America to leave it's imprint on me.

Me: So... you're saying you don't want to be an old white man?

This road sign in Indiana:

Grab your passport.

Seeing a woman smoking at a gas station.

Knowing we won't have to go back through Ohio for another two weeks.

And whatever THIS is:

You don't get that on the super freeways.

P.S. Do you know where US 24 originates?  How about where it ends?