The Travelogue series recounts a seventeen-day-long cross-country road trip I took at age 21 with two college friends. We started in Charlotte, NC, and ended up two weeks and 8,000 miles later in Los Angeles, CA. The following is taken verbatim from a handwritten journal I laboriously kept on the trip. Names have been changed, but the rest is absolute, 100%, unedited truth.
Woke up this morning around 7:30 in Mountain Valley. Brianna was in the living room trying to get us to play with her. Kevin was leaving for work, but we had breakfast with Melissa. Cinnamon bread, eggs, bananas. We wanted to run laundry so we hung around for a while.
Drove into the city on the 280 to avoid traffic. Minor incident where I had to pee really, really, really bad so made them pull off on the next exit which of course was a fairly bad residential area. So we tried a market, nothing. A cafe, nothing, and all the big scary guys at the counter turned and stared at me. Were going to try a church but it didn’t look promising. At this point I was almost crying. Right before we reentered the interstate, saw a much bigger restaurant and figured it HAD to have something. Pulled in and there was actually an outdoor restroom. Perfect.
Went into the city. Drove through Chinatown and parked off Broadway. Walked down to Fisherman’s Wharf. So touristy and expensive but being right on the water like that is hard to beat. Saw the sea lions. Saw Alcatraz from a distance. Jess kept saying it’s much smaller than she thought, but for me it was much closer than I had imagined. Continue reading “Travelogue Pt. 16”