After six months of solid work on the third season of Bel-Air at Universal Studios, we are on the wing, yet again!
Of course, by “we”, I mean Steven, David, Nancy, and myself; the four traversers you have all missed so much. The Road Warriors, The Easy Riders, The Concrete Alchemists...too much?
I digress...as soon as the show wrapped, Steven and Nancy shot up to Utah while David and I made a contiguous move from Studio City to Sherman Oaks.
No matter the proximity, moving is never not horrendous and after nine days of dealing with landlords and utilities and keys and bankers boxes, we’re out...or in...or something.
And the new place is great! At least, it was for the three nights we spent there before taking off on this new cross-country adventure.
In order to maximize dock time, the plan is to blaze out to Little Sebago Lake in Maine via the 80. Yes, THE 80. A straight shot. No lollygagging...just...get there.
We’ll take our time on the way back. (More on that when we figure it out.)
So, this past Saturday, David and I followed suit to Salt Lake City and spent some quality time intruding upon Steven and Nancy’s quality time with their daughter, Maggie, and her family.
I grappled with resurrecting the travel log, but the consensus was that one just never knows what may happen on the open road... Can’t argue with that.
So here we are. Nancy’s at the wheel calling out mileage, David is playing chess on the iPad, Steven’s got the Yacht Rock going strong, and I’m back here tapping away.
A couple notes:
We were wheels up at 6:04AM.
David would like the log to reflect that he was on time and in no way responsible for any departure delay.
Three café lattes and one black coffee were obtained at Starbucks at 6:08AM.
The Paul Simon spite-shirt is proudly on display, the album: soon to grace the Volvo.
There are Arrowhead waters in each door, however, there are no paper towels (could be a mistake).
We’ve got egg salad sandwiches that I made from Father’s Day deviled egg rejects...rubber salad sandwiches is what they are, rubber salad.
There’s a strict rule here that states no loose items are allowed in the way back...but...there are most definitely loose items in the way back.
I am so thrilled to be back on the open road!
This morning, as we drove up and out of the Beehive State’s Wasatch Range and onto the prairies of the Fireworks Stand State, the change in terrain appeared to be a visual representation of this trip as one wonderful decrescendo into halcyon summer days.
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