Day 40: Opening the Portal

I wanted to get out of Utah, but there was a few things still on my list.  Luckily, they were on the road southwest to Arizona.  I took Highway 163 out of Bluff and on my way, past Mexican Hat.  There is an odd rock that sits precariously on top of a pile of rocks…

Day 39: Mormons creep me out (sorry, the FLDS creeps me out).

First, let me clarify this statement:  I believe that people have every right to believe what they want to believe.  I have no problem with religion so long as people don’t try to talk down to me or evangelize.  You can believe in some magical underwear and golden plates that only Joseph Smith saw, if…

Days 36-37: Moab Re-set

The next morning when I awoke in my cheap motel in Hatch, Utah, I looked out the window and only saw a thick layer of fog.  I realized that this might take a while to burn off and that was okay since I am now so used to my morning routine of waking slowly, stretching…

Day 34-36: Feeling low in the High Desert

Leaving Las Vegas was easy.  I got out as quickly as possible, grabbing bite and coffee at Micky D’s, filling up the tank, and then heading out and up to Zion National Park. The drive up to Zion was pleasant but long.  By the time I rolled into Springdale, it was after 2 PM.  Springdale…

Days 32-33: Vegas, baby!

Yeah, I went there.  Had to.  The curiosity got to me and I felt like going to Vegas would  be some sort of weird social science experiment: how would a leftie, old-school kind of a gal handle the plastic of Sin City?  So, after leaving San Luis Obispo, I headed east.  (For the first time,…

Days 29-31: The Camino Real – My Mission Trail.

Some call this road trip own personal Camino.  This is a reference to the Camino de Santiago, a popular walking trail that stretches across Europe towards Santiago, Spain, where pilgrims finish up their personal journeys with a blessing in the cathedral which holds relics from Saint James.  For centuries, pilgrims and tourists have taken up…

Day 24: California Dreaming.

After leaving sweet, little, but smoky Ashland, Oregon, I got back on the trail towards my friend’s house in Oakland.  I crossed the border from Oregon into California, passing through a checkpoint at the border, where I was asked if I had any contraband fruits or veggies.  I was surprised by this, but it is…

Day 23: Oregon is smokin’.

Today, I was traversing from Bend, Oregon to Ashland, Oregon, making a diagonal line from northwest to southeastern Oregon.  I was hoping to to go to Portland and then take the long and winding Rt. 1 along the coast, but the sciatic nerve was telling me to get to California as fast as I could. …

Day 22: What in the Sam Hill is that?

This post is dedicated to my friend Ben, who advised me to stop in Maryhill, Washington on my way to Bend, Oregon today.  He said that there was an American Stonehenge here and he wasn’t kidding. As I left Walla Walla, I entered in the coordinates for this attraction and within 2 hours, I was…

Day 21: Lewis, Clark, Sacajawea, and me.

This was a LONG day.  I drove from Condon, MT. to Walla Walla, Washington along the beautiful but torturous Route 12.  This scenic highway follows the path that Meriwether Lewis, William Clark, their guide, Sacajawea, a few US Army soldiers traveled in 1804-06 on the Corps of Discovery Expedition.  They were charged by Thomas Jefferson…

Day 20: Glacier National Park drive-by

After managing to find my legs on Monday, I muscled through and headed up to Glacier National Park.  My first obstacle was a low tire pressure light going on in my Rav4, so after pumping in air, I thought I was good.  But an hour later, the light came on again, so off to the…