I have always found myself jotting down a line, a sentence or even paragraphs in many notebooks, appointment books, journals, legal pads, etc all gathering dust in the house somewhere. Before the advent of technology, I found it therapeutic to write out the stresses of the day in journals. Now of course, I blog, just like the rest of the world who had abandoned the use of journals and pen. But I have not abandoned writing my thoughts or worries or story lines I may have at that moment. And the joys I get from reading my journals are priceless.
Over the past weekend, I decided it was time to clean out the room and shred all those old credit card statements, bills, etc. As I was cleaning out a space in the room [have I not mentioned that neatness and orderliness are not my strong suit], I found some papers where I have written down some notes in the past. I shouted with glee when I read what was written. It was our itinerary on our road trip to Grand Canyon a few years ago. When we go on road trips, I bring along a clipboard with me and I write down everything, from the towns we passed by to a funny sounding street name. So here’s what I have written:
June 2—left home @3:54 am
4:36 — Altamont Pass
6:30 —Gas @ Kettleman City, Hwy 41
7:22 —Wasco rose fields, smells delicious, nice sight
7:39 —Reached Bakersfield
8:35 —Reached Mojave
9:25 —Reached Barstow
9:35 —Gas at Yermo, 8 miles from Barstow; food at Peggy Sue’s 1950′s diner, gift shop full of nostalgia
10:03 —Hit the road to Vegas, baby
11:45 —Arrive at Vegas, buffet lunch at Palms Market Place.
1:10 —Gas at Flamingo St., about 5 mins from Palms
4:30 —Check in, Williams, Az
6:00 —Drove to Flagstaff
7:15 —Gas at Flagstaff
So there you go, 7 hours drive from the Bay Area to Vegas. There were long stretches of nothing, but the change in topography and scenery was exciting, something that I totally dig anyway. Plus, I saw my first tumbleweed, it crossed the road and I was so stoked.
[Note: I am quite puzzled why I had "reached mojave" at 8:35 am. It should not be the desert, but who knows. For those who drive this route fairly regularly, please illuminate me.]