We woke up to news of the DOMA and Proposition 8 Supreme Court decisions. We were having breakfast in the Days Inn, located in Brigham City Utah. We were notified by the Fox News reporter while we noshed on bagels, waffles and cereal. The continental breakfast was pretty good for a side of the interstate. I’m thinking our luck tomorrow morning won’t be as good.
We set out on a Tuesday morning after squishing all of our equipment into the car. The foggy San Francisco June morning had starting releasing its moisture and the mist had turned into rain.
This isn’t what we planned. We also hadn’t really planned on this much stuff. There were a few things left behind such as Mr. Fuzzy (Dale’s faux fur Burning Man blanket) and my REI folding seat. We still had all of Jessica’s stuff to cram into Betty, and we didn’t want to be totally overloaded. Dale is the only one tall enough to get all the things into the roof rack holder and close it. I appreciate having a little extra space to expand into, like an empty shelf or drawer, or in the case of Betty, a place to put my feet. We armed ourselves with the final dredges of coffee and set out from Benicia.
I drove to Winnemucca, where we stopped on Potato Road. I was finally able to play with my phone and take some pictures.
We rolled into our hotel an hour later than thought (thanks, Mountain Time) and I fell asleep to an old episode of Friends.
This is Betty White. This is not the person Betty White. If it was, I’m sure she’d crack a joke about us riding her. My dear old nearly dead 1989 Toyota Corolla that I drove since the day I got my license was just not cutting it anymore. If my boyfriend and I wanted to travel longer than two hours away, we’d have to seriously think about the possibility of treking to a service station as well as planning a stop or two so he could get out and stretch. So the old Toyota (I sadly never named her, but I think it’s a she as she was shy about looking under her hood) reunited with Mom as her work car, and we adopted Betty into our lives. She had lived a pretty quiet life since we got her, going to Sonora and back a few times and tripping to Point Reyes National Seashore.
My biggest break from work landed in the end of June this year, and we prepared for a long road trip to Yellowstone National Park. She needed to stretch her legs, and I needed to stretch mine. I love a good road trip, and being able to do it without the high probability of getting stranded on the side of the road was a new feeling. Leaving a little bit to chance and planning a hell of a lot, we set out.