The morning proved to be a bit chilly, as thick clouds hung in the air and obscured the mountainous backdrop. I just barely managed to unwedge my golf clubs from my packed SUV. After emptying out half of the hundred golf balls I’d stuffed into my bag before leaving home, I hopped into the car… Continue reading Day 6: Denver
And speaking of Ten's videos... here's our first one!
I promised a “bio blog” about Ten… and who better to write it than Ten himself? Here’s what he has to say: I’m not a man of many words, but Debby is making me write this (probably to assure you, her readers, that she is not traveling across the United States with a psychopath). Where… Continue reading A Long-Awaited Introduction
The battle began at 10:00pm. Our perfectly pitched tent suddenly became the target of hurricane-like winds. I threw our bags into each of the four corners while Ten valiantly attempted to hammer the outside pegs deeper into the sand. The wind and sand seemed to get the upperhand. “Ten!” I yelled from inside the tent.… Continue reading Day 5: Chimney Rock
We needed to drive West. That was the only obligation for the day. It did not matter how far we drove, or where we ate dinner, or how many times we stopped along the way… “Ten, do you realize how free we are right now?” I was almost beside myself with the pure joy of… Continue reading Day 4: Ogallala
We expected the flatness. Long, empty stretches of highway lined with cornstalks and soybeans. The sun climbed higher into the sky as we trailed across Iowa. And it was very flat. I looked over at Ten. "Is there any place to stop along the way today?" He was the official navigator for this trip, after… Continue reading Day 3: Omaha
“Hey what’s that sign say?” I asked Ten, pointing to the brown sign by the road. He squinted as it rapidly approached and answered, “Birthplace of Ronald Reagan”. “Awesome. Wanna go?” I said, making the decision for us as I pulled off the highway at that very exit. We’d been driving a little over an… Continue reading Day 2: Cedar Rapids
Just like every epic novel needs a good prologue to set the tone, my great California road trip deserved an introductory leg. And today was the day for it. My friend (and official copilot/navigator), Ten, has been living in Wheaton for the last month. Instead of making him come all the way down to Indianapolis… Continue reading Day 1: Chicago
“Chicken dinner!” I yelled, pointing out the car window. Black letters had been painted onto the big white sign in a neat hand: ‘Chicken Dinner, September 17, 3:30-10:00’. “What day is today?” I asked, to no one in particular. As I scrounged around the floor of the car looking for my phone, someone in the… Continue reading Yellowstone (Lake)
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