Manifest Destiny

Except not the manifest destiny where we believed it was our god-given right to claim, pillage and murder the expansive and rich lands of other people. Just more of a plain-old cross-country road trip moving one man from one of the northeastern-most states to the southwestern-most contiguous state. Alright, basically, we drove from NH to CA in 6 days.

Maybe it was 5 or 7? It didn’t take long before I had no idea what day of the week it was, the date, or even the time, since we ripped through time zones every couple of days. My watch stayed on Boston time and my body just synced up with the sun.

Boyfriend’s (or as he prefers to be called “Man Candy”) vices on a long drive include cigarettes, enormous hazelnut drip coffees from any store, gas station or casino. Mine turned out to be bubblemint gum, Reeses and the local country radio stations. We learned to never cross a mountain pass at night, that “trading posts” aren’t as cool as they sound, and that fry bread is a chemical weapon. I excelled at slot machines and boyfriend turned out to be fantastic at driving through tornadoes. Boyfriend’s sesame oil bottle opened and spilled 5 hours from our destination, turning the car into a rolling box of overcooked lo mein.

Here’s the first bit of our trip. I’ve broken up the photos in the interest of digestibility.

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 The most attractive we were the whole trip. Only downward from here.

The most attractive we were the whole trip. Only downward from here.

 Gas station dawn of the following day. We alternated 10-12 hour shifts until we got to Colorado.

Gas station dawn of the following day. We alternated 10-12 hour shifts until we got to Colorado.

 We got along really well.

We got along really well.

 A bucket full of fireworks will win the heart of any red-blooded NH man.

A bucket full of fireworks will win the heart of any red-blooded NH man.

 An empty dorito truck faces the swollen peach sunset. “Alone again,” it sighs, and nods to the bleating twilight bugs, waiting for the light to fade to black.

An empty dorito truck faces the swollen peach sunset. “Alone again,” it sighs, and nods to the bleating twilight bugs, waiting for the light to fade to black.

 Totally wiped and loving the local Boulevard craft beer. At this point my hair had meshed into a giant dread-knot and I had to wear a hat 24/7. It took 7 little hotel bottles of conditioner to comb out.

Totally wiped and loving the local Boulevard craft beer. At this point my hair had meshed into a giant dread-knot and I had to wear a hat 24/7. It took 7 little hotel bottles of conditioner to comb out.

 Bossman and I made it to Junction City, KS in two days. Just doing it.

Bossman and I made it to Junction City, KS in two days. Just doing it.