How to try to plan a road trip.

It may seem daunting to try and plot out a roughly 10,000-mile trip, and I suppose it was, but there’s really nothing earth-shattering about what I did.  I estimated how long it would take us to drive between cities in which we were staying with friends/family, and once the dates in those cities were hammered down, I planned the routes between them.

It turns out I was not great at estimating; I had to insert an extra day in the Chicago-to-Seattle and San Diego-to-Austin itineraries because I wanted to see everything between those pairs of cities, and for some reason, the major landmarks are not arranged along a straight line between them.  I decided that averaging any more than 7.5-8 hours a day may provoke a mutiny attempt from the passenger’s seat, so I used that constraint to decide where to stay each night along a predetermined route.  This is how we ended up planning stays in the burgeoning metropolises (correct plural?  I don’t know.) of Custer, SD; Livingston, MT; and Artesia, NM.

I regrettably had to leave out certain landmarks/parks/fun roads, for the sake of time.  That includes the Grand Canyon, among other places.  I know, this is where everybody is screaming at their computer/tablet/phone, “WHAAAAT?!? YOU CAN’T GO ON A ROAD TRIP WITHOUT THE GRAND CANYON!!  THAT’S THE ONLY PLACE PEOPLE ACTUALLY GO ON ROAD TRIPS!”  I know, it seemed weird to me, too.  It turns out it’s just not on the way to anywhere (it’s basically an out-and-back from Flagstaff), so I axed it.  We’ll take another vacation one of these days to see all the holes in the ground out there.

Now being two days into the trip, I must admit there are times when I wonder what we were thinking.  I love driving, but it really is a lot of driving.  Fortunately, I tricked somebody into riding shotgun with me for the rest of eternity, so I think it’ll be ok.


WVT Goes to Hollywood!

I will preface this post by saying that Mica and I have wildly different opinions of southern California. I once spent a summer in Pasadena, and I think Mica’s experience is limited to a family reunion in San Diego and watching my brother graduate from Harvey Mudd.

Mica stops to smell the roses in SoCal!

So basically, neither of us knows anything about what SoCal is actually like. That said, Mica is terrified of southern California because everybody is beautiful, there’s lots of traffic and smog, and they have earthquakes [Mica: Also, mudslides and wild fires]. I think southern California is pretty much the greatest place ever because the weather is nice all the time (except when they go into deep freezes and it gets down into the 40s), they have ocean and mountains right next to each other, and everybody is beautiful. Nowhere are all of these things more true than in Los Angeles.

Harrison & a stubby palm tree

You may have noticed on our previous “Tentative Tour Dates” post that Los Angeles was listed as an unconfirmed destination. That’s code for, “we would like to go there, but we have no couch on which to surf.”

Fortunately, through the miracle of the internet, we were able to connect with somebody who in fact does have a couch (The couch, at this point, is a metaphor; we will actually sleep in a real life bed) on which we can surf. Not only that, but the proverbial couch is in Hollywood Hills! Major thanks to our friend Catherine for hunting down LA’s most fabulous airbnb listings!

I didn’t even know Hollywood Hills was the name of an actual place, but it is, and how can it not be full of richy rich people/houses/trees/dogs/trash cans?! We’re less than a mile from Mulholland Drive! I don’t really know the significance of that, but they made a movie about it! It has to be awesome, right?! [Mica: Yes, because all things that have been made into movies are awesome. Twilight franchise, I’m looking at you!]

As you can see, I am excited. After our stay, I reckon we will leave LA via Sunset Blvd. and Rodeo Drive, just in case I haven’t OD’d on chihuahuas and Ferraris yet. If you have any recommendations in or around the Hollywood Hills area, please let us know!

Bonus: If you made it this far, here’s a song that is vaguely about California and is a throwback to our first year of dating. Awwwwww.