The road is long... from Brenden
Jun 10, 2004
The road is long.
We are about 162 miles East of El Paso traveling at approximately 75 miles per hour. Emily is at the helm and doing a fine job steering our magnificent chariot. The wind pounds the side of my face, the music is turned up nearly all the way but I can only hear tiny bits of it, the sun beats down on my fingers as I attempt to write the first entry into our electronic travel journal before the car adapter that is plugged into the cigarette lighter melts... again.
After two weeks of finishing end-of-the-semester papers and presentations, a funeral in Iowa, saying good-bye to some of the most powerfully enlightened human beings I have met since I have been on this planet, and packing up a life that I lived for nine months in the small progressive town of Brattleboro, Vermont... Emily and I drove away with our eyes wide open for the new adventures that lay ahead of us. I was sad to leave Brattleboro but it helped to know that most of my friends were leaving at the same time as I. What I learned at the little graduate school on the hill, is too wonderful to measure.
Upon arriving in Baltimore after 9 hours of fighting some intense traffic through New York City and wrestling with some of the most incompetent bank employees, Emily and I got our second wind and unloaded every box of books and duffle bags of clothes that occupied my sagging car. With every load we began to realize how much a chore it was going to be to load the U-Haul with all of the things in the apartment. Three flights of stairs is not a walk in the park especially when we are dripping with sweat carrying odd shaped lamps and heavy cardboard boxes.
"The Moving Fiasco" ended after a good 5 days of struggling with some very incompetent (yes, I know I used this word already to describe the bank employees but I think they were the same people) U-Haul employees, AAA employees, and mechanics. To add we had sore arms from the numerous vials of immunization fluid that had been injected into our deltoids, car problems due to my mistaken identity as an auto mechanic (as I was changing out my old fuel filter I twisted the bottom nut too hard that it bent the fuel line...oops), movers that would move things and dive bombing Cicadas.
After the "Big Drop-Off" in Indiana we made our way south to Fort Worth, Texas. The road to Texas from Indiana was long but much easier in one car as opposed to a 14-foot U-Haul towing a full car followed by another car. Upon our arrival in Ft.Worth a line of serve thunderstorms greeted us. Thunderstorms of this nature are not unusual in the heart of Texas especially during the summer months but what we did not expect was the small pond that had formed between the exit ramp and the neighborhood to my brother's place. After a few deep breaths we made it across the pond without drowning the car.
The stay in Ft. Worth was wonderful. My nephew/Godson is learning to talk, as is my brother, and my sister-in-law is amazing a person as ever. We spent lots of time gushing over Jude and playing a great board game introduced to my brother and I by our very cool cousin, Mat. If you are into board games I highly recommend Settlers of Catan.
After just a couple of days, knowing that we would see them again in Oregon in a couple of weeks, we packed up Goldy (our solid gold chariot) and headed west.