Day 54: Home again, home again!

The final leg of my journey, I can practically do in my sleep.  After almost two months on the road, I am ready, SO ready, to go home to Boston.  And this final leg from my hometown of Dover, Delaware to my current home and village where I have lived for over 30 years, Jamaica…

Day 52-53: Yes, you can go home again. Just expect some changes.

There is nothing quite like the feeling you get when you are headed back to your hometown.  There are memories (some fond, some not-so-much), trepidation, and hopefully, eagerness to reconnect with old friends and family.   All of this is on my mind as I head out of Charlottesville and point my car in the direction…

Day 51: Southern Discomfort in Charlottesville

Once again on the road, this time heading north from Asheville, NC, towards Charlottesville, VA.  This is almost my last leg on my two-month solo road trip to see America, and the landscape gets more and more familiar as I creep back towards the Northeast. But for now, I am still in the South, and…

Day 50: Great Smokies to Asheville, NC

After waking up in the Motel 6 in northern Nashville, I had turned on the ancient TV in my cement-block cell to one of three channels that came in with limited static:  CNN.  As I rushed through my morning routine (eager to flee this cold, dark version of motel-hell), I watched the morning anchors go…

Day 49: Honky Tonkin’ in Music City, USA

The trip from Memphis to Nashville, Tennessee, is an easy three hour or so drive along Interstate 40.  Mostly forest and farmland line the highway.  Cotton fields turn into cattle grazing on rolling hills and along the way you cross some lazy rivers where you can imagine a Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer casting a…

Day 48: The Memphis Blues

After saying goodbye to my new friends at the La Quinta in Little Rock, I headed out early for Memphis, Tennessee.  It was only about 2 1/2 hours away, but I needed to get to the National Civil Rights Museum before it closed at 1 PM for a private event. As I headed back into…

Day 47: Big Love in Little Rock

The drive from Oklahoma City to Little Rock was composed mostly of long, flat stretches of highway through paster land and prairie, punctuated by road work.  Interstate 40 is a main artery of transportation, with mostly semi-truck traffic.  It has been neglected for many years and now the highway buckles and crumbles.  You have to…

Day 46: Everything is OK in OKC.

I leave Texas and drive further east, coming into Oklahoma.  I’ve downloaded the soundtrack for the original movie soundtrack for Oklahoma! so I am singing “I’m just a girl who can’t say no!” as I cross the border.  It feels right.  And I’m having fun. Oklahoma is more prairie, grassland and the highway doesn’t deviate…

Day 45: Don’t Mess with Texas! $200 fine if you do.

After saying my thanks and goodbyes to Marion and Tim, I head out once again, this time, heading east towards Amarillo, Texas. Route 40 (have I told you?) is long, straight, boring and slightly dangerous.  One of the main transportation arteries for the country, Rt. 40 is also the new Rt. 66, overlaying most of…

Day 44: Georgia on my mind.

Today, I woke up after a sweet night’s sleep in Marion and Tim’s home and got going early to Santa Fe.  The drive was only a an hour and 20 minutes away, so I arrived in town by 11:30.  I parked the car and walked over to the Georgia O’Keefe museum, passing the old town…

Day 43: Wild, authentic New Mexico.

With Gallup behind me, I moved into the interior of New Mexico.  Suddenly, the radio stations weren’t all Christian Rock and Country.  More variety, more liberal, more diverse New Mexico opened up to me.  And although I was getting road weary, I was excited to have a few days to explore this part of the…

Days 41-42: The Northern Rim.

Leaving Lees Ferry Lodge and my new friends, Ginger and Linda was hard.  Lots of hugs, exchanges of phone numbers and declarations of future visits before I could pull myself away and off to the Grand Canyon. It had become a mission of mine to reach the Grand Canyon and now, here I was:  quite…