My baby brother, Michael, has safely arrived in Utah. He drove the 2,164 miles by himself over four days, stopping in Cleveland, OH on Sunday night and in Des Moines, Iowa on Monday.
The travel bug in my thinks this whole adventure sounds like so much fun. Driving across America! Seeing the sights! I have to admit, I've always loved roads like Route 80 and I-95 that span thousands of miles. On bright sunny days in high school, I used to get the urge to just hop on Route 80 and keep driving. Not because I wanted to run away, but just because the whole idea that I could just head out on one road and evenutally end up in California enchants me. When Jenny and I drove from the Fort Lauderdale airport to Miami beach in the spring, I couldn't help but squeal as we got on 95. I mean, it's the same road I drive on to go to the mall at home! Isn't that cool?
On the other hand, taking this kind of road trip alone sounds sort of boring. I've been known to succumb to highway hypnosis on the simple three and a half hour trip from Baltimore to New Jersey, so much so that I actually missed my exit on the Turnpike on one occasion. (That was followed by a panicked phone call to my dad because OMG WHAT HAPPENS AFTER EXIT TEN? HELP DADDY, I DON'T WANT THE HOLLAND TUNNEL TO EAT ME ALIIIIIVE!) And sitting in the car for that long without the ability to sit Indian-style or stretch out on the back seat periodically would probably leave me on the side of the road with a sign that says "WILL WORK FOR ADVIL". So I guess I will just continue to live vicariously through my little brother for this particular adventure.
So, way to go, Michael! Here's to hoping for lots of snow.