As you know, one of my goals for the year is a big trip. Brandon and I have been turning over ideas as fast as we can dream them up, and we’ve landed (let’s say “semi-landed”) on one that just might stick: the big American roadtrip. We’ve gone from New Zealand hiking to London driving and European backpacking – in a word: all over the charts – but something seems more plausible about this one.
I want to drive one way, see some sights in a particular destination, then fly back in the lap of luxury (also known as Virgin Air economy class). That’s my idea of fun times. Brandon wants to drive roundtrip – as in a whopping 7,200 miles (I know the mileage, because I calculated it). I just talked to him and broke the news – he was, nevertheless, NOT stunned. In fact, he seemed pretty okay with the fact that we would be in a car for two straight weeks. He asked me if 12 hours a day of driving would work. No, no it wouldn’t. Twelve hours of driving a day is practically asking me to kill you with my bare hands. Twelve hours a day is not okay. I can settle for eight – and six if he wants me in a good mood.
So we’ll see what happens. Like I said, this is all very semi-landed-pre-planning. Things could change at any moment.