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Published: August 10th 2007
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Fire In the Hole!!!
These chips were ready to escape and cause an explosion in the car! *Disclaimer: This entry was written by my boyfriend, David. I was too tired and too lazy to write an entry so he did it for me. Plus, he's a better writer than I am. Anyways, I do not take responsibility for anything that he wrote below. If anything offends you in this entry, you should hunt him down in Cleveland, Ohio in about 4 more days. Also, you will see my own comments in bold. I will take responsibility for all of that. :-)
**Another thing: Travelblog recently experienced some dumb hacker stuff so a lot of the entries are lost and unclaimed. They are in the process of recovering as much as they can but all of my entries are lost. I will try to go and find them later. I did not save them on a separate word processing program so tsk tsk on me. Learned my lesson though!
So, we set out yesterday at 11 AM with my car loaded like a persian rug dealer. Every single space is filled in my car. In the spare tire area, I have not only the spare tire, but also jumper cables, a basketball, a guitar stand, a set
Where the Buffalo Roam
Not for the Donner Party at that time way back in 184something. of tools, and an air pump. Who knew a Honda Accord could haul so much? The only downside to a car weighing more than Buddha is it goes up hills really really slowly. On the way up the Sierra Nevada, Semi trucks were passing me. But before I get into the transition between CA and NV, let me Terantino you and tell you A) why SF sucks, and B) why Davis actually kicks ass. First, SF charges about 25 cents more per gallon of gas than any other city around. And, as if they don’t get enough money out of their citizens for absurd gas taxes, they also charge exorbitant fees for crossing a friggin bridge. I am sorry, but $4.00 is not a fair toll when you have only one major road connecting you to your neighboring city. Anyways, once we left the ferocious city by the bay, we headed out to Davis to use Anh’s brother’s roommate’s computer, and to stop by the Safeway to pick up some travel goodies (more on these goodies later). While in Davis, David (Anh’s bro, not me) recommended we eat at a little slice of heaven known as Pluto’s. Now, I am not one for ensaladas, but I can safely tell you that if you are ever in the bicycle capital of the good ol US of A, you should definitely stop by and pick up one of their scrumptious gardens of eden with seven, that’s right, seven salad mix-ins. I had the tri-tip salad with crutons, cucumbers, tomatoes, sweetened walnuts, etc etc etc, oh and a big slice of sourdough bread, all for a measly $6.25. The food was not only delicious, but the generous portions were very filling and the price is perfect for a man on a budget. So, after gorging ourselves at the farm, we headed out on the 80 East, toward Reno, NV, the setting of one of my favorite shows, Reno 911. I should stop here and say that Anh sometimes, well all of the time, has a tendency to fall asleep on road trips. She will usually last about 1 hour before drifting off into dreamland.
I actually only napped for about half an hour, thank you very much. And I stayed up with him most of the time. But today might be a different story. :-/ So, needless to say, a lot of the drive to Reno was fairly lonely, consisting of me driving and Anh dreaming about Officer Dangler (holla Reno 911 fans!). Anyways, after a while of driving up the Sierra Nevadas, Anh awoke to a large BANG! We both got really nervous and thought my car had decided to break in half. But after a few seconds and us not driving off the mountain to our doom, we realized the sound must have come from something else. Looking around briefly, we spotted the source of the cacophony: a bag of Lays potato chips which had reached critical mass. Apparently those chip bags were not made to go past 6500 feet.
After our near death experience, we motored along steadily, racing toward Reno. Along the way though, we spotted something reminiscent of 5th grade US history, Donner Pass. I think more of you will remember that this is the notorious location where Donner and his settler friends were stuck in 22 feet of snow, and they were forced to eat each other to survive; really an awe inspiring story of survival. Well, when we saw the Donner monument, we could not help but stop to take a peek. As soon as we stepped out of the car, we were met by a gang of ADHD chipmunks. These little guys were lightning fast, and they looked hungry, so we did our best to avoid their seething jaws of death.
Anyways, before this blog gets any longer, we also stopped in Reno to get Claim Jumper. Anh ordered us a gigantic slice of mocha mud pie, which was more than heavenly. After Claim Jumpers, we continued on to Wannahackalugee/ Winnermucka/ Winnamucca/ Whateversville, NV, where we wanted to find a hotel room for the night. We did not realize how hard it would be to find a room, every single place was sold out, except for 3 hotels, the Shady Court Motel (name says it all), the Value Motel (name says it all) and Winners Hotel/Casino. Being winners ourselves, we stayed at the latter. The place looks like something out of a Chevy Chase vacation movie, but it’s good enough.
Anyways, we’re about to hit the road again, hopefully we’ll be in Salt Lake City tonight! Go Mormons!
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