Hello Again, Goodbye NOLA
As we drove across Lake Pontchartrain, it seemed like I had been on the bridge yesterday. I had only been away from the Big Easy for less than two weeks, so it wasn't that strange of a feeling.
But like the saying goes, "No rest for the weary". We had enough time to get Cindy sort of settled in, get the aprtment organized, and just like that we were repacking the car after having a "leisurely" brunch.
We were going to try to take it easy on this trip and make several stops each day to stretch and not kill ourselves. We put a limit to 8 hours of driving each day. That's us taking it easy.
We made it into Texas that night and knew that we would still be Texas the following evening, even though we were taking a route that just barely goes through the Lone Star.
I'm sort of just running through the Texas run because I touched on it in very recent blog post.
So a birthday lunch in Dallas, had a second birthday lunch in Amarillo at Tyler's Barbeque, which was not the best I've had, realize I've had a lot, but it was pretty dang good and really hit the spot, both for its flavor and authenticity.
Luckily for us she had an early day, which is incredibly rare in our profession. Which meant not only did we get to see a dear friend but there would be yet another "birthday" celebration. I was fulling intent on stretching this out, across as many states as possible as an excuse to see as many friends as I could.
One more day on the road, bedding down in Kingman, Arizona before taking a quick break in Los Angeles.
We stayed at one of my favorite old school haunts, the Jolly Roger. What it lacks in amenities it makes up in location and memories.
We did a lot of our LA type things; going to some of our favorite restaurants, seeing friends, hitting the farmer's markets.
I managed to squeeze in a long run with my most familiar running route, pier to pier around 5 1/2 miles. I did it the for the first time around 27 years ago, feeling nostalgic.
I hate to cut this blog post short, but I'm running short on time and long on things to do.
We all had a really good LA visit.
All the World's a Stage
Skye hopped a ride to Mammoth with one of her fellow thespians and Cindy had to make an unexpected trip back to Atlanta, which left me with a few hours alone on a drive that is familiar and dear to me.
Every time I turn up 395, I get filled with excitement and anticipation.
Mammoth Lakes is as much as home for me as anywhere else at this point.
Maybe someday I'll be able to spend more time here than away. We'll see.
I've been here for just a couple of days and have had a ton of fun, been productive in a variety of interesting ways and well...
More for another day.