In the summer of 2003, Charlotte and I decided to take a trip across the country by rental car (why a rental? Don't ask--it's complicated, dull, and annoying.), stopping at various friends along the way, seeing the sights, and culminating in our annual visit to the Burningman festival in Nevada. This is the diary we kept along the way.
|25-26||Hot Springs AR|
|?||Oklahoma City OK|
|31||Mesa Verde CO|
|?||Grand Canyon AZ|
|11-13||Los Angeles CA|
|16-24||San Francisco CA|
|24-Sept 1||Black Rock City NV|
|2||Salt Lake City UT|
Today begins the trip south. Our first stop, Mammoth caves, which has 365 miles of underground caverns, was pretty neat. Nashville here we come.
sebbo interjects: seen on the way in, while running the gauntlet of amazingly garish and cheesy camp-follower attractions: "Golgotha Fun Park." Featuring! The Stations of the Cross water flume! The Third Day boulder toss! DIY stigmata kits!
The bird life in the Memphis area is quite exotic sounding. The cicadas are in full...um...song, and the flood of chirps, trills, and hiccups made me feel like I was in a South American jungle, instead of the continental United States.
From here it's off to Arkansas, a straight shot to scenic Oklahoma. The climate becomes noticably drier once you cross the Misissippi. However, Oklahoma is more lush and green and hilly than I had imagined it.
We camped at Fountainhead/Eufaula state park at the same time as a biker rally, and the bikers were drowned out by the cicadas. We woke in the middle of the night to chase off some raccoons wo were trying to dissect bud cans left by previous campers. There are gorgeous black butterflies, smaller than a handsbreadth, which move like swallowtails.
Slick Willie's is the name that we must add to the ignoble roster of classics such as TA and BJ's. Who says Oklahoma ain't exciting.
Amarillo by nightfall.