Guest Blogger Eric Jorgensen
Alrighty, so I am officially living in San Francisco and I am only now starting to feel my feet grip the ground. A week ago, I started the drive across the country that wouldn’t end, and then ended with a blur of paperwork, unpacking, meeting new people and the D-M-freaking-V. I could write a pretty terrible novel about my adventure getting here, but let me give you some highlowlights of what was supposed to be a simple, 28-hour drive:
The first part of moving away is typically the worst; the “goodbyes” with friends and family, and once those were through I was ready to depart. My friend Nick volunteered to drive from Lawrence, Kan., to San Francisco with me. Google and Garmin told us it would take 28 hours to land at the front door of the apartment Jojo and ambassadors Courtney and Alyssa helped me find. Weather.com said the weather should be more than friendly for us, which was further excellent news. We aimed for Salt Lake City as a good Day One stopping point, leaving 11 hours for Day Two.
We left at 6 a.m. Central and immediately drove into a gusting headwind… that wouldn’t stop until somewhere around Sacramento. It bounced us on the road like a bowling ball in a bumper-bowling lane. If only there were mountains or trees to block for us.
Listen, the thing about driving on the interstate through Kansas, Eastern Colorado and Wyoming is this: yawn.
Flat isn’t even the word I would use to describe much of this area: desolate. With the wind whipping like it was: terrifying and desolate.
So, it’s about 7 p.m. in Western Wyoming. We are only 130 miles from Salt Lake City […]