Posts Tagged ‘cross country’

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Unexpectedly delicious

April 27, 2012

I don’t know if it is the exhaustion or beer talking because there is no plausible way that orange juice and olive goo can taste good together. And yet this salad with sweet orange vinaigrette and olive tapenade is sublime. I’ll be wow’ing folks at home with this. They’ll never suspect!

Traveling with C is not a journey of culinary delights. I love him very much but “picky eater” doesn’t begin to describe him. I’m mostly vegetarian (I’ll eat fish when I need protein or it looks yummy) but he’s a vegetarian with a strong dislike of vegetables, strange food, and uncooked items. We eat a lot of pizza and pasta, I don’t mind at all though I tend to eat more adventurously without him.

However, it was at Pizza Pi, a DC place that he found, that I had the orange and olive dressing. What he doesn’t like in variety, he makes up for in being able to find really good restaurants. He’s three for three on this trip.

Clearly, he’s choosing tomorrow’s eateries as well.

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Living American History

April 27, 2012

My knowledge of history and geography are faintly embarrassing in their lack. I could blame is on the California public school system but, since my science and math knowledge exceeds normal, I suspect the fault is all me.

To me, history is just facts and figures. Occasionally, it is a story (Molly Pitcher!) but I don’t know if she was real or just a fable of like that of Washington’s cherry tree. I love stories but when truth and fiction are interwoven in grade school, I don’t know how to sort my adult knowledge; it is a safer assumption that I know very little. And I haven’t really cared before now.

I think I would have been more interested in history growing up in Virginia or Massachusetts. Things happened here. You can see where people fought and died. Looking at these green hills, it is easier to understand why they fought so hard.

We are passing many Civil War battlegrounds today. I remember that it was a bloody, terrible war either about slavery or states’ rights. I can name some battle sites but only a handful. I can name some of the generals but I’m not sure which fought on which side (the horror if I get one wrong will keep me quiet).

Yesterday, we finished listening to an audio book called Wordy Shipmates by Sarah Vowell. It is a history of the Puritans in New England and the founding of Boston. I know we are going to see many of the places mentioned. I like knowing why the places are important and how they are connected, how the threads weave through the founding of the United States on through to the present day.

I don’t learn things, really remember them, unless they are woven into the other information in my head, ideally integrated with knowledge that I care about in some other way.

One Virginian license plate reported that then colony was founded in 1607. (For comparison, our rental car’s license plate has the California DMV website.) I don’t fathom the concept of “we’ve been here for four centuries”. In California, there are places of business with signs that say, “proudly serving the community since 2001”. I feel a little history-less both from lack of education and from living in a place where the history can be summarized by “Look a mission! And now we have Hollywood!”.

Today, as we talked about the Civil War (I wondered what battlegrounds we’d see, C pointed out we’d started traveling through historic sites since Tennessee, he’d even pointed out Shiloh as we passed. When he did so, I thought of beagles. See?)… Where was I? Oh, C and I talked about the Civil War and he said Washington DC was awfully far south to be the capital of the north, less than ten miles from Civil War battles. He speculated on how far north the Confederacy reached. With no help from me, he came up with Gettysburg.

Oh! I’ve heard of Gettysburg! Big, awful battle, that was a turning point of the war (in favor of the Union) And the Lincoln spoke after, “Four score and seven years ago, our forefathers brought forth…”.

Looking it up on on Wikipedia, the battle lasted for three days and 50,000 died. Jeez, that is a lot of dead young men. And the speech happened months later, commemirating the dead.

Being here, where things happened, makes me curious, it makes me go to Wikipedia and pick up books on history. I suspect I’ll learn more on this trip that in AP American History senior year in high school. And it will stick because I’m interested this time.

After we finished the Wordy Shipmates audio book, we started the sci fi adventure Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. It is a love poem to the ’80s and it is awesome. We’ ve both already read it but the audio version is just perfect as it is read by Wil Wheaton. Anyway, in the book, much of the time is spent in virtual reality. The narrator talks of going to school where astronomy is taught in holodeck-like simulations. One of the example included astronomy lessons taught on then moons of Jupiter.

That sort of immersion is the holy grail of education. I’m not the only one who learns best when curiosity is the motivating factor (instead of exams).

Right now, I’m excited about American history and geography. Because I’m here, where I can attach the physical world to new information.

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Gas in Bristol, Virginia

April 27, 2012

We are getting a late start today but it should be a short-ish drive today maybe broken up with fun things.

First thing, we stopped for gas. It has 396.5 miles since our last gas. We put in 16.89 gallons. We got good gas mileage (23.48 mpg). We were going slower and the AC didn’t have to work nearly as hard.

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How am I not going stir crazy?

April 27, 2012

One of my biggest fears on this trip was being confined in the car for hours at a time. it hasn’t been as bad I thought it would be. Part of this is due to me doing more driving. Driving for the first hour is slightly boring but after that, it gets harder for me so I have to really concentrate on what I’m doing. After the second hour, I start blocking out the audio book or music since even more concentration is required as I get tired. I’d make a lousy truck driver.

Though when not driving, cooped up in a car, even a big car, I often feel like a caged rat. Sometimes the scenery is beautiful but it is hard to appreciate if I feel rat-like.

A good night’s sleep is important but I don’t have as much control over that as I’d like. I do control one other parameter though…

Every morning, I’ve been waking up and going for a walk.

Not only does this burn off some of my nervous energy, I get to see some of the places we are driving through. There is something more real about having boots on the ground (well, hiking sandals). And early morning is a nice time to see the world with fresh eyes.

Flagstaff was dry forest and bright, bright light. It was probably my favorite walk so far. I walked around Albuquerque’s Old Town before it became touristy, seeing the old church functioning as a house of worship instead of a photo backdrop. And I already mentioned my danger fraught search for field mice.

C and I walked to Beale Street in Memphis, seeing the tourist filled home of blues greats, it was pretty cool. But seeing it at 7am was different, somehow more real to what it used to be and more tawdry at the same time. And I got to dip my toes in the Mississippi.

This morning wasn’t so great, I walked though strip malls thinking about the underlying beauty of the Smokey Mountains, somewhat despairing of a civilization that would take such natural riches and plunk an AutoZone down in it. Though, I’m fairly enchanted with the haze around the hills looks like blue smoke.

My goal with each morning’s walk is to take 5,000 steps before we get in the car. The default goal is to take 10,000 steps every day. That is three miles if you use little steps (but I clocked in three miles this morning in less than 5k steps so this varies a lot but it based on your height and what their accelerometer says about how you are walking). 10k steps isn’t hard to do at home, a couple times around the block with the dogs or walking up to the grocery store is enough (once it is combined with my normal back-and-forthing about the house). But sitting all day in the car, it is easy to get only enough steps necessary to fill the gas tank and fall on to the hotel bed.

Fitbit makes the step-counter (pedometer) I use. It is a nifty little gadget that (when we have a base station for it to talk to) uploads the number of steps to a website (or to my iphone) where it can be combined with a food diary (calorie intake) and help people lose (or, if you are C, gain) weight.

I’m using the Fitbit gadget and the tracking my calories but not really using their iPhone app (partially because I haven’t set up the base station so the gadget can regularly sync to the internet, partially because I’ve been filing bugs against the app).

Oh, did I mention I have done some work for Fitbit? Yep, they’ve been my main clients for the last few months. I didn’t get to work on the nifty pedometer but on a different product (shipped!! happy dance). C and I got Fitbits when I did some engineer hunting for them. (This is less gloating, more in the name of full disclosure.)

Some people treat their Fitbit like pets (“I need to go for a walk, have to feed the Fitbit”) which makes me think that they are like Tamagotchi’s for exercise. I do like my Fitbit; I like things that bring amusement to activities that might otherwise seem like a chore. And, Fitbit does some other neat things with the internet and the gadget (Fitbit Tracker Ultra if you want to get one). For example, I really want the “you’ve walked the coastline of Florida” badge.

Anyway, the early morning walks (and the Fitbit) is helping me not go stir crazy in the car. I feed it 5k steps before I get in. C and I always manage to get another 5-7k after that, walking around Outlet Malls and Painted Deserts. So I feel like I’ve done something, not just sat in the car all day. It takes the edge off of my edginess. Mostly.

 

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Step 64 of 228

April 26, 2012

Is this even real? Sometimes it seems like I’m in a dream It sounds so unlikely that we’ve driven this far across the country. C also reports feeling like maybe he’ll wake up at home in bed any minute. I think one of the most difficult parts is knowing that we aren’t even halfway done. It is going to be a long time before we wakeup in our bed.

Today is the first day C seriously mentioned flying back to California after we visit his family. We could be home in six or ten hours.

Today, we reached Virginia, finally returning to a state that has an ocean. Where once** upon a time, a 6.5 hour drive to the ocean would have seemed much, much to far, now that seems relatively close.

** “Once” would have been last Saturday. It truly seems like that was weeks, maybe months, ago.

Last night’s hotel in Memphis was ok, we should have switched rooms when we got there. On the street with a tram rumbling by under it and right next to the elevator and across from the ice machine, the location was a triumvirate of suck. But the room was big and not too loud, and we were so wiped when we got there. We went to sleep ridiculously early but woke up pretty early too.

Checking in today, we specified non-freeway, far from the elevator. But when I went to move the car, I couldn’t find the room again. After trying several doors, I texted C and he told me. So now we know to ask for a quiet room, away from everything, that also has the room number 224 because I can’t remember any new ones.

Anyway, we finished the bulk of crossing the continent. Tomorrow’s drive to DC is a relatively short one. And while it isn’t a beach Chesapeake Bay is my introduction to the Atlantic Ocean.

I suppose it is time to reflect a little before we start touristing all the national monuments and Smithsonian museums. I guess if we fly back, I’ll be a little sad. This trip has been tough with the driving and mixed bag of hotels. A good night’s sleep has a huge influence on my enjoyment of the next day’s drive. Sleep is the difference between drudgery and adventure.

When the trip has been adventure, I’ve had a lot of fun. I’ve gotten excited about Minneapolis and Yellowstone. And the wide open spaces had been addictive so I’d like to see more; lake country has the possibility of awe and so does Yogi Bear’s home. And then there is North Dakota, a state that is a dark horse, I just don’t know much about it.

On the other hand, the possibility of being home (cue warm and safe and home! music) is incredibly enticing. I wouldn’t say I’m exactly homesick but I do miss the pets. I even miss working a bit. Though I do like writing instead.

But step 64 of 228? That is less than one third of the way through… and going by days, we’ve only been gone 5 days but will be gone for 26 so that is only 20% of the way though. That is so long from now. I’ll be pretty homesick by then. Unless I am having a really grand adventure.