In 2012 I drove my speedster from central IL to Sacramento, then to Tahoe, then to Yosemite. It was the trip of a lifetime.
I'm doing it again. I'm leaving Monday AM (unless I roll out tomorrow afternoon), bound for Carmel, Cambria, and San Luis Obisto-- the central coast of Kalifornia.
Jeanie has no taste for 30 hrs in an open car, and will be flying into San Jose on Friday. I'll pick her up, and begin the Highway 1 dream-- we'll be staying a week along the central coast. I'll put her back on a plane the following Friday, and beat it back to Illinois.
It's a 2400 mi round trip, there and back-- with probably another 500 mi or more while I'm out there.
On the road, I eat jerky and almonds, drink too much bad coffee, lose my cell-phone signal, and sleep in the cheapest hotels I can find. I'm excited for the destination-- but the road clears my head and sharpens my senses in a way that's difficult to explain.
Nothing about this makes sense. I already have a plane ticket purchased and a car rented-- but being alone on the road, with the top down for 6000 mi, in late summer is as good as it gets for somebody in the late summer of their own life. I wish I could skip over Illinois, Iowa, and Nebraska-- but it's all good.
It's a road trip. I want to do it while I can.
