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Published: June 21st 2011
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super 8
At least the super 8 was representing San Fran Annnnnd here it is! Finally our adventure written down. Our recounting of Boston to San Fran. We know some of you have been DYING to hear about our journey and we’re so sorry to have kept you waiting. We have 11 days written out but it's taking forever to upload, so we'll post more later.
Before we get into it, we just want to say another huge thank you to all our amazing friends and family members that made our wedding a truly happy occasion for us. We had a blast, and from the pictures on facebook, it looks like a lot of other people did too! We’re very blessed with the people we’re surrounded by, and we’ll carry all of you with us to SF.
So, Tuesday (Day -1) the government movers came to our storage unit and packed up all our belongings into an 18 wheeler (courtesy of the Coast Guard) driven by a relatively sketchy looking, cross-eyed man named Jim. Jim wherever you are, we hope you’re doing well… Jimmy will bring our stuff to a storage unit in SF until we find an apartment and then the movers will bring all our stuff to our
new apartment, unpack it, and take away all the boxes. The government is good for something after all! It does feel slightly strange that pretty much all that we own is on the road in the hands of other people.
Day 1 started at 5:15am with a final breakfast prepared by my wonderful mom. She always said that you have to start an important day off with a good breakfast, and 25 years later, she’s still delivering! After a tearful goodbye, we headed off to our first stop in Canandaigua, NY to visit Mike’s Grandpa Joe and Aunt Kathy who weren’t able to make it to our wedding. Here are a couple random things that happened along the way (WARNING: a lot of this blog is basically going to be a plug for the iPhone because its so technologically advanced and we’re constantly taken aback by what you can do with it. So if you’re an apple hater, stop reading now).
We realized we never had time to put together a road trip playlist or download any new songs onto our iPods. BUT thanks to the iPhone, we were able to pipe Pandora into my car and listened to whatever we felt like along the way! So quick fyi for any roadtrippers out there: Pandora is the new playlist.
About halfway to Canandaigua, I noticed Michael was going a bit fast, and being the good wife I am, I didn’t want him to get pulled over so I casually mentioned that we shouldn’t go more than 10 miles over the speed limit so as to avoid that. Of course he agreed. And of course 30 minutes later we’re going 85 in a 65 directly in site of a stadie’s laser speed detector, and OF COURSE the blue lights flashed behind us. The officer came up to my passenger window and started questioning us: did you know you were going 85? No, sir. You really didn’t know? No, sorry Sir, didn’t realize that (ya right) Where you headed? In the process of moving to San Francisco, being re-stationed with the coast guard. WELL that was all the officer needed to hear and he turned super nice and let us off without a speeding ticket. Note to self, always drop my military ID if ever in trouble…
After that, the rest of the way to NY was relatively uneventful; we casually had lunch in a walmart parking lot. Yeah we’re classy like that. And I casually spilled mustard all over my entire body while eating a sandwich in a rest stop parking lot. Nothing surprising about that. We got to Canandaigua around 2ish and visited Grandpa Joe and Aunt Kathy (and Uncle Nick!) for a couple hours. Grandpa Joe is 90 years old and just had some health issues but has recovered remarkably well. He’s a fighter! We had a great time with them and were sad to say bye. But he is going to live past 100 so we will looking forward to the next time we see him!
We were initially planning to camp in VA that night but decided it would be better to drive further and just stay in a cheap motel (never a good idea) outside of Cleveland. As we were driving south west through PA, we came upon a detour on the highway that took us literally 40 miles north east. We honestly don’t even know how a state could legally decide to take motorists 40 miles out of their way for a detour! That put us about an hour behind so by the time we reached Cleveland, Mike was about to start head bobbing since he had been driving for approximately 14 hours and although I was exhausted as well, I insisted upon driving the last 30 minutes to our mildly horrifying motel (which I might add, my iPhone Yelp app told us it wasn’t that bad, but it was pretty bad). Some of you may know that I get anxiety while driving at night in places I’m unfamiliar with, but the risk of Mike falling asleep at the wheel seemed greater than me having a panic attack while driving. In retrospect, we were probably about equal on the shouldn’t have been driving scale but we had already booked our motel and had to make it there. Thankfully my mother insisted that we take a huge bag of leftover candy from the wedding and I started inhaling skittles to get a quick sugar rush and we ended up safely (barely) making it to Medina, OH and ending Day 1 at the luxurious Super 8 motel. Second note to self: don’t push yourself to drive further when you’re tired!
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