Category: Places

“May I see your driver’s license and registration, please.”

I comply.

“Ma’am, are you aware of the speed limit here on the reservation?”

Three days and close to 1800 miles later, I’m in St. Louis — after an 18 hour drive from an hour west of Albuquerque. I spent the first two days wondering Arizona back roads and the Navajo Nation. Good things and bad. And definitely lessons filed under “I’ll never do that again.”

I don’t think a vacation is truly complete if you don’t have at least one incidence of “I’ll never do that again”, do you?

Full trip report — with photos — later. Too big for a posting. Hint: Think Cathedral Rocks, add in getting lost in the desert, mix with seeing who has bigger balls –me or the truckers (figuratively speaking) — and top it off with the Blue Angels.

I was thinking about doing a guessing game — but I like to talk too much for that 😉

I posted the original photo pf me and the US outline offline as too many photos really drag down the load of the pages. Needless to say, I’m accessing this from modem. I really hate it, too.

Photos in previous posting are from a major fire that’s hitting the area north of San Diego. On the way, I hit some of the winds that caused the fire and it was a difficult drive, made even better by the LA freeways. Among the debri in the road was a complete front fender of a car. No sign of the rest of the car. Beats hell out of me where it came from.

The fire’s smoke is so thick, it changed the color of the sunlight, which in turn, changed the color of the ocean to this burnt red color. I imagine that the Australian’s are familiar with this because of recent fires in that country, but this is first time I’ve seen smoke change the color of the ocean.

I was bad and drove where I wasn’t supposed to, to get these photos. But you only see something like this once. Only a few photos came out, but I hope I’ve captured the impact of the smoke.

Really tired tonight. Actually not feeling all that hot. Hanging in San Diego through tomorrow and then heading to the Navajo reservation.

Miss me?

Kick self in butt. Time for adventure, Orange Woman.

Saturday morning, in the early hours, I am finally getting in Golden Girl and heading out on the road. Final destination: Boston, with select points in between. I figure if I’m writing, I can do this just as easily from hotel rooms in the evening, and spend the days getting out in the world.

Can I afford this? Hell, no. But I’ve never let that stop me in the past, why should I let it stop me now? I am an American! I have credit cards!

My direction? Not sure. As in the movie Chocolat, I plan on following that old wind, seeing which way it goes.

So check back for installments of Where in the Weblogging World is Burningbird.