Alas, my cable is still MIA. Lost somewhere apparently in the wilds of the US postal system. Which means I haven't been able to do my usual "every couple of days added to" LJ post. Add to that the fact we've spent a large portion of the past week or two in wilderness areas where there is no electricity and showers, let alone Internet, and you have an explanation for the rather prolongued silence from my LJ.
So, it's the "we're still alive and somewhere in Arkansas" post. Apologies for any inadvertant tackiness in that statement considering recent fanficcer events of which I've only recently caught up with.
I will be doing a longer post (and finishing my Hob Gadling fic, dammit!) once I get my cable/buy another, but for now, a quickie summary of life since Vancouver. Besides, I've learned no-one actually has the time (besides my family) to read those monster posts of mine. ;) So, for the terminally-busy, the Cliff Notes Version!
*looks through her diary* Aw crap, you mean I have almost a month's worth here? Ye gods, how the time doth fly.October 1-3: Vancouver.
A combination of social stuff (hanging with lise
, for not nearly enough time, as always, and not catching up with Glock and Maggie) and touist-type things, with the Tour De Van woth our lovely assistant Lise. :) And that damned cheap CD shop again.Oct. 4: Vancouver-Seattle:
We took off around 1pm, had Fun With Immigration (I had to get my entry permit extended, as they only last three months and was due to expire half-way up the East Coast) and then battled Seattle's bizarre street layout to find the hostel. And once again we hit a major city during rush hour.Oct. 5: Seattle-Portland: kielle
, if you and Laer are still thinking of moving North, I'd heartily recommend Seattle. Lovely place, lots to do, and the Experice Music Program (a kind of high-tech museum for modern music) would need days to fully appreciate. There's also the Underground City tour, lots of nifty places to eat, and cool older buildings.
Oh, and like everyone else before us, we got lost in Portland. Even with three maps. Oct. 6: Portland.
The mornign of the discovery that I'd left my cable behind. And there was much swearing and gnashing of teeth and snapping at innocent travelling companions. Staffie got to see me as I was coming down and talking to the Seattle Hostel people. So he did the good thing and distracted me by taking us out to lunch in a renovated asylum, and to the Multnomah Falls, and then to Powell's Bookstore, where the temptation was to great and I ended up with the Spider Robinson books I'd been searching several countries for.Oct. 7: Portland - Klamath.
Klamath is in the heart of the Redwoods. Need I say more? I do? Okay, the drive down the scenic Highway 1 was well worth the greater driving time, and the hostel was extremely pituresque. Happy? *grins*Oct. 8: Klamath - San Francisco.
We started the morning with a walk amongst giants. The redwood, and the giant sequoia, are Trees, with a capital T. Just amazing. Then we hit the road again, stopped in Eureka for lunch, did a windy mountain road that nearly made us both carsick, stopped at Glass Beach and had Taco Bell in Fort Bragg. Bad idea - I got stomach cramps and ended up passing out on the side of the road after getting Greg to stop so I could encourage the said Taco Bell to abandon ship. I slept the last few hours to San Fran (which we hit by midnight) and awoke as we weer crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. Navigation was performed above and beyond the call of duty, and I was molested by a drunken German teddy bear.Oct. 9: San Francisco.
We had planned to stay a day or two in SF during the Rockies stretch, and so we had ourselves a tourist day, wandering here, there and everywhere. All the usual things - cable cars, Lombard Street, that really steep, squiggly one they have car chases down in movies, Fisherman's Wharf, Chinatown... Again, another really nice city.Oct. 10: San Francisco - San Luis Obispo.
Having called dandesun
and finally gotten some plans made, we took off to the Golden Gate Bridge for some photography (and of course, the Fog was with us, sorry, Marine Layer *grins at Dande*). We had lunch in Haight Street (birth place of the Summer of Love) and paused in Gilroy, Garlic Capital of the World, before reaching Dande's place a few hours later than expected.[Sidenote: If we arrange to visit/get together, please be aware it's really, really hard to specify a time. Too many other factors kick in, especially when we're somewhere scenic. But we will try to not be more than a few hours late. *grins*]Oct. 8-12: San Luis Obispo.
Hanging with Dande, and such California peoples as could make it up there. Apologies to those we missed - time, and more importantly, money, were starting to be pressing factors. Please forgive us? Also, I'll be back Nov 22-29, and I'm sure Gerg has plans to return sometime himself - he really loves this side of the country.Oct. 14: Los Angeles.
This was'nt an intended stop, but credit card issues meant we had to stop and sort things out.Oct. 15: Los Angeles - Joshua Tree National Park.
Seeing how we were in LA, we managed lunch with Pebblin, before heading east to the Joshua Tree NP. Remember the U2 album? Those are Joshua Trees, and they grow in the desert. We arrived by moonlight (a recurring theme, night campsiting), and I slept in the car whilst Greg tented it. Oct. 16: Joshua Tree - Las Vagas.
Joshua Tree is a climber's Mecca. Rocks, rocks and more rocks, which I happily scrambled around on wihlst waiting for Gerg to wake up, and then later as we toured the park and saw Those Trees. The onward to Vegas, which isn't really my kind of place, so I socialised in the hostel whilst Gerg went out and won $300 on the pokies, thereby financing his evening out.Oct. 17: Las Vegas to Grand Canyon.
It was impossible to be this close to the Canyon and not actually stop, so using the old Highway 66 route, we hit the Canyon at sunset and camped at a site called Desert View. A dinner by candlelight - darkness caught us making food and so we used the citronella candles purchased in Moose Jaw as lighting.Oct. 18: Grand Canyon to Albuquerque.
We started at six am, because we had a lot of ground to cover, and still managed to be seven hours late. Ah well, it was worth it, with the Canyon at sunrise, Navajo and Hopi country, and the Canyon De Chelle, which has the ruins of pueblos built by the ancient Anasazi Indians. We hostelled it, having reached 'Querque' that evening, and arranged to meet azzinita
for brunch.Oct. 19: Albuquerque - Las Cruches.
Met Azzy, which was cool, wandered around Old Town and watched Gerg get hit on by a jewellery maker, then dropped Azzy at work before hitting the road again. We got gas in Truth or Consequences (an actual town name), and roughed it at a roadside stop outside of Las Cruches for the night.Oct. 20: Las Cruches - Carlsbad.
More National Parks. White Sands is a gypsum desert of pure white sand, and Carlsbad Caverns are on the Heritage List. In between the two we had lunch in the woods near Cloudscroft (Gerg was happy to find trees taller than himself again, and hills - all those flat spaces...), and our luck enable us to catch the famous Mexican free-tailed bat flight from the cavern at dusk. And I was visited by a friendly skunk as I was making dinner.Oct. 21: Carlsbad - Fayetteville.
The tri-state run. Those of you who know the area, or who are following this trip on you maps at home, will realise we covered three states and a huge amount of area in one day. Catch-up time; we have the deadline of November 1st to reach Savannah, there's much to do and see in between. But first, we had to walk the Caverns, which were indeed awesome, and one day I'm coming back so I can do the tour where you crawl through little tunnels on your hands and knees. :) We reached Roswell in time to do the extremely daggy and highly amusing UFO Museum, and then drove. A lot. I fell asleep sometime after we reached Oklahoma, and awoke to Gerg telling me we were in Fayetteville at four in the morning. We found a motel and crashed.Oct. 22: Fayetteville. icewing00
had class until 2.30-ish, so we slept and ate and then hung aroud doing little until it was time to call for directions. Then talking, dinner out, and a most amusing painting-pun in a coffee shop.
And that's the month in review. I'm really wanting my cable, and it's so good to just stop
for a while, but the desert was wonderful. Definitely a 'me' place. We still need to decide our future course - that's for sometime today, I think, when Gerg's done playing computer games.
I'm going to go do some laundry.