Back in October 2009, Skye and I started a journey across the country. We were going to drive from Los Angeles to Atlanta to visit Cindy who was working on a job there.
It was going to be this amazing trip, where we did really cool things along the way and incorporated our travels into Skye's home school lessons and.....
And it was awesome. Check it out at my old blog Where in the World is Jon?
It was also really special because it was going to be this once-in-a-lifetime experience, to be remembered and cherished.
On the Road Again, and Again, and Again, and Again
Times have changed a bit. We no longer own our house in Los Angeles, or any house for that matter.
We don't even rent a place.
Most of our stuff is in storage and we have a mailing address in LA and Atlanta.
We traded in the Prius for a Rav4 and along the way picked up a utility trailer and a handful of racks and rigs to haul bicycles, unicycles and what have you.
We rarely work in Los Angeles anymore, although that seems to be the case for the better part of the last decade.
We seem to be driving more than flying.
We have had wonderful times and experiences with all the highs and lows that come with traveling and living on the road.
We are tired of it though and this could very well be the last transcontinental adventure.
I was determined to not push myself too hard and try to actually enjoy the trip a bit more than I have been able the last few crossings.
So we allowed ourselves plenty of time to pack up and leave, although honestly, it never feels like we have enough time. And our destination for our first day on the road was within 2 hours of LA, not including traffic which put us up there in around 3 1/2 hours, but still a short drive for us.
Unfortunately, when we got there we realized we didn't have reservations and it was tourist season. The first vacancy we found was in Oxnard, practically half the way back to LA. Finally Skye was able to find us hotel a little bit further up north in Goleta, which ended up working out great because I wanted to visit a friend I met last year at Burning Man who manages the Isla Vista Food Co-op, which was within 10 minutes of where we were staying.
After some tricky maneuvering with the encumbered Rav4 through the streets of Santa Barbara that had all sorts of dead-ends and detours due to a goodly amount of construction we finally made it to our hotel just shy of 11pm.
And just like that we were on the road again.