Against all advice given to us, Maggie and I made the decision to drive cross-country to our winter work location in Westport, Washington.
Our trip started on a *promising* note. On December 28th I flew down to New Orleans, Louisiana, where I met Maggie (who had been traveling from Florida) at the Louis Armstrong International Airport. We promptly found each other, only to have the battery of her silver Honda CRV die. Thankfully, with a bit of help from a friendly police officer, we were able to revive it.
Our first stop was in Houston, Texas at a one-room Airbnb. That night, we somehow managed to transform the six minute drive from our house to Panera Bread into a twenty minute ordeal.
This was followed by some mouth-watering Texan barbeque and a twelve hour drive to El Paso where we were graciously hosted by a friend's family. Being so close to the border was unbelievable. From a scenic overlook at which we stopped the next morning, one could see the Texan border, Mexico, and New Mexico.
That same morning, we took a detour to La Casa de Azucar, the Sugar House. Intricately sculpted from cement, the surrounding walls of the house appear to be made from colorful confectioner's sugar.
And so the days kept getting longer. Following El Paso, our next stop was thirteen hours away in Rancho Santa Margarita, California. Here, we were kindly hosted by a family friend. As we passed through the Southwest, we received a much needed changed of scenery in some cacti.
The drive on the fourth day was the longest and most brutal. In the morning, we made a quick stop at Randy's donuts.
This is the fluffiest donut known to man. |
We had purposefully extended our drive by three hours in hopes of catching a scenic sunset at 17 Mile Drive in Pebble Beach, California. Unfortunately by the time we got there, the park had already closed. Thus, after comforting our saddened souls with some In-and-Out, we continued our lonely drive to Medford, Oregon, where we arrived on New Year's Day at an Airbnb.
The final leg of our trip was ridiculously short in comparison to our previous trip of sixteen hours. In eight hours, with no stops other than food and gas, we arrived at our destination in Westport. Exhausted, Maggie and I skipped dinner and passed out in our respective beds awaiting Lina's arrival.
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