Lincoln or bust! 3 June 2008

i adore road trips, especially when my co-pilot is the awesome Miz Becki. we made good time, only missed one junction.

i’m totally happy to be on the road…and on vacation!

on the road to interstate 40, in northern Arizona. this area reminds me so much of Badlands National Park in South Dakota. the drive from Arizona to Colorado is always such a beautiful drive. the landscape changes so drastically every hundred miles making the drive exciting. i only wish we had time to have stopped for an overnight adventure in Santa Fe. next time, i say, next time.

a few rants from the road:

Verizon appears to be unconcerned about the company’s carbon footprint. they have a moving billboard, the purpose of which is to be driven aimlessly around only for the sake of advertising. ridiculous waste of fuel and a rather un-environmentally friendly thing to do. did i already say, ridiculous? i hereby boycott Verizon.

in Las Vegas, New Mexico a motel owner is doubly happy to be “American owned”. i should have walked into the office and asked them which country their ancestors immigrated from and demanded they provide me with their definition of “American”. having just driven through the Navajo Indian Reservation, i found it incredibly offensive.

this beauty greeted us at a gas station in south Denver. i have no words, only snickering giggles. welcome to cowboy country.

Becki dared me to ask the driver “How’s it hanging?”, but he left before i made it back out from the ladies room.

the beautiful Becki and the flat land of the prairie.

Welcome to Nebraska. i’ve photographed this sign every time i’ve driven past it. “Nebraska…the good life.” so true. that evening found me sipping Miller High Life with my dear friends Becki, Amy and William on the back patio of Becki’s house, my former roommate. it was like no time had passed and it was lovely. i even got several mosquito bites.

this morning, i had the best cup of coffee in town…at William’s house. he made us a lovely mushroom omlette, complimented by fresh cinnamon scones made by Mark.

tonight is the tradition of attending Jazz in June with my friends. it is so nice to back in Lincoln, to be around friends and to be in a familiar landscape. i’ve already run into several people that i know, totally randomly. ahh…to be “home”.