(Ok this was written a while back, we haven't been online in a while. Currently we are in Baltimore, but this was what was written a few days ago. Sorry, it's getting a bit hectic, and I am sure there are errors in this without carefully proofreading. Hope you enjoy.)

On the road again! Coming to you from Interstate 65 East to your computer screens. Currently we are on our way to Montgomery, Alabama where we will stop off for a bit before continuing on to Atlanta. We already drove through Mobile and took a few snapshots of the local area. In between New Orleans and Atlanta we aren't going to spend much time in Alabama, but so far its been a bit hectic, as we have only been in the state for an hour or so and the driving has been pretty bad. Nothing to worry about, but many questionable choices by some drivers who like to play it close.

Let me fill you in on the rest of New Orleans. We last left you in the beginning of our second day in NOLA. With the sun blazing against our bodies, an escape from such harsh weather was improbable. The trolley provided some wind, but not enough to chase the humidity. Arriving back on Bourbon it looked like the aftermath of a battle. There were still weary souls, or early travelers walking around, but the amount of debris on the streets showed how good of a time people had the night before.

Walking towards the cafe we had seen the night earlier with beignets, we were disappointed to find a giant line already forming at 8:30. Simply agreeing we would try again later tonight, we headed towards the French Market. Wandering through this open farmers market, the food we sampled was amazing. The variety of Pralines, mini pecan and sweet potato pies, and shoe soul pastries was enough sugar to start that morning jumping. Through the stalls we walked looking here and there at all the nefarious tourist trinkets, junk, and souvenirs. Nothing really caught our eye but to see the many items sold or offered was a great experience.

At the head of the market we saw a building that advertised the Louisiana Historical State Museum. Naturally willing to learn all we could about the state and it's history we decided to pay the charge. It was cool to think that the museum was located within the old Louisiana Mint, what we were not told however was that this museum was not exactly what we had hoped for. It was specifically devoted to the the Mint, a branch of the larger state history museums. Now I won't say it was a waste of time and money, but after looking from one coin to another it wasn't exactly enthralling. The mini skin color exhibit wasn't even that big of a deal. We should have known after the receptionist looked like we were crazy for a pair of kids wanting to see the museum of money.

Exiting the museum we decided to head towards the downtown business district. With the French Quarter behind us we popped into the JAX brewery shopping center. The A/c was welcomed, but there wasn't a whole lot there for us, or at least we didn't care to look. Built as a tourist mall, we ended up sitting down and making plans for the rest of the day. Close to the river, the idea was to take the ferry across the river and check out Algiers. The ferry was fun enough, but as soon as we got to the other side we realized there wasn't a whole lot to do. More of a local area, there weren't really any attractions or things that caught our attention. We just bummed around a bit, and took a seat on the sidewalk. Nearly 15 minutes later we got back on the ferry and headed back to NO.

From the port we walked along more streets to catch a view of them during the day. Jackson Square was beautiful, with a large statue of Andrew Jackson in the middle to meet you. Behind this was St. Louis Cathedral. To think such an amazing church lie in the wake of this party-crazed city was a bit funny. We ventured in side, looked at the stained glass, portraits, and artifacts. For a few minutes we sat down and just rested. With the holy singing of deep tones ringing through the halls it was a beautiful moment. I might add for our parents sake we were very respectful, which is more than we can say for most of the loud an obnoxious tourists who burst in.

Right next to the church was another Louisiana historical Museum. This turned out to be the one we had wanted earlier. The Cabildo was a lot of fun giving us the full and very long lesson about Louisiana's past. This was a long museum trip, and after venturing up and down 3 stories filled with artifacts and stories we were getting hungry. It was approaching mid afternoon, close to 4 that we looked for an early dinner, late lunch. This was the opportune time to try Acme's Oyster House. The line outside was short enough that we were in and ordering only after ten minutes or so. In the way back, where it was cool and dark we enjoyed our jambalaya and have shrimp, half oyster po' boy sandwich respectively. The sports updates that flashed across the screen was just enough to keep in touch with the Giants. Fully satisfied, relaxation set in. it was still very hot and humid outside, and not iwhsing to see or spend more money on possible museums it was the perfect time for a little break.

Back on the trolley we made our way to the hostel. Cooling off with the air conditioned hallways we set up camp in the wi-fi lobby. We monitored laundry, re-filled water bottles, cooperated with the internet, and chatted with passer-by's. Energy restored and a change of clothes, it was back to the trolley. We got into the French quarter at 9 and made our way to Cafe Du Monde. Following the powdered sugar trail we plopped down outside at a table where not even the cover of night negated the heat. It was Sunday night but the New Orleans life was still booming. Here we people watched while munching on our orders of beignets. Coffee, and frozen cafe au laits. It was just delightful. Such a wondrous place to be able to enjoy the sights and sounds around while casually eating a great treat.

The night wold lead us away from hustle and bustle of a tourists life, towards the same crazed local area's. Closer to the outskirts of the French Quarter there were many bars and restaurants all busting out loud soul and blues music. Here we stepped in a few and enjoyed the sounds wailing throughout the night. Near 11 now we took off back t Bourbon St. Kim's friend from home, Brianna, just so happened to be in New Orleans that very same week for a Sports medicine conference. (Sorry we missed you Aimee!) Located on Canal St we walked to the hotel and met up. Here we just talked and laughed getting to know one another, having a good time looking out on the beautiful night lights. As it was getting late, by 2'o’clock things had died down and we departed. The streets were still roaring with parties, but more and more people stumbled on home. Back to our familiar trolley we did the same, exhausted by our full day.

The next morning we woke up early. The number of roommates we had doubled at 4 in the morning as we were woken up by a full house. They apologized and everyone fell back to sleep. It was now our turn to wake them up. The alarm clock would do the trick, notifying us to shower, pack and get ready for the road. Giving our thanks, and getting our deposit we left the proprietor and his wife, and drove off. While leaving New Orleans we decided to stop off near the 9th ward district and look for ourselves at the lasting affects of hurricane Katrina. It has been years, but the devastation is still quite visible. Just about every other house is boarded up, with water marks circling the outside. We even went down an abandoned road to a deserted 6 flags theme park. The park itself was gated pretty well, but as we drove around it was eerie to see something so empty, joyless, and destroyed.

This somber stop wouldn't be our last as we drove towards Atlanta. A quick drive through the small city of Mobile Alabama was nice. Later we would actually park and walk around Montgomery Alabama. Here we tried to find something to do, but nothing proved to be all that interesting. The visitor center had little to offer except for a rousing game of Auburn university themed checkers. We must have looked pretty ridiculous sitting there in rocking chairs or children stool, playing checkers off in the corner. We did however go to the post office and get the much needed stamps for postcards. (They're on their way! And if you want one, just drop us a line with the right info.) Montgomery proved to be a bit of a disappointment. Even though it is full of rich history during the civil rights movement, the Rosa parks museum and library was anything but special, and we just couldn't get ourselves to go into the Hank Williams museum, not our time period. Leaving montgomery was a bit scary as we accidentally went through some bad neighborhoods, that gave you that off feeling like something wasn't right. Pulling the ole Griswald family click of the doors and “roll em up” we left quite fast for Atlanta.

It may have proven best that we did not dawdle our time away on the road to Atlanta. Communicating with one of Michael's friends we didn't have too many options as we rolled into town. 7:00 was late enough that most things were closed only permitting our own self guided tours. But what we did find out was the Braves were playing t 7:10 against the Blue Jays. Speeding into Atlanta we found parking instantly and got arrived at the stadium entrance at 7:15. Purchasing their 10 dollar student section seats we were excited for this new experience.

Our seats were the 13th row of the upper deck, directly behind home plate. It was good enough for the both of us. Of course baseball concession prices are outrageous so we brought our packs of seeds to munch on. The game itself was kind of boring. By the 8th inning there had only been a total of 5 hits, and neither team seemed to really care. Tim Hudson the pitcher for the Braves did an outstanding job, but it just didn't feel right rooting him on. Michael did not want to have to perform the Braves Tomahawk chant. Stay strong. The game itself didn't matter as were constantly looking all around trying to soak up this unfamiliar place. Maybe I am biased but stadium felt more flashy, showy, and in your face. Like an annoying radio broadcaster with sound bytes there was a lack of class or style that was picked up by the theme park feel. Fireworks and special effects were going off left and right. The braves would end up winning 2-0 off the pitcher Hudson's 2-run jack which would be his second career homer ever. He even reached a milestone in strike outs by making it to 1600.

Exiting the stadium, the car was right where we left it. Stomach's grumbling from a lack of ballpark food we drove to a very cool, local hangout called Varsity's. It seemed like every local from the ballpark had made it to this hip spot. At the window they ask, “What'll ya have?” We replied with an order consisting of a couple of their famous chili dogs, (real chili, none of that southwestern bean crap) some onion rings and fries. Boy was it goooood. From here we would once again go find a familiar parking lot somewhere in Atlanta. A big difference from other cities is that Atlanta has no major waterway right next to it. It has this great rural feel surrounding it, as you venture outside of the great skyscrapers and there you are smack dab in a suburban community with the city in the background. It was actually very pretty, and cool to see how close one can live to a city without that urban in between.

Off to bed, later y'all!

-The Ghost of Ted Turner

P.S. Damn. The girls here were amazing! Sooo hot.

With a bit of free time as we try to escape the heat and humidity, here is the next installation of the blog.

Let's just say Memphis was a bit funky at night. The Walmart we camped at wasn't bad but it was the first time we were unsure if we could stay there. What we thought was a security truck would rive ever so slowly up and down the aisles of cars. It had lights flashing and would check in, stop, keep going back up, etc. The only reason we were unsure if it was security was because it didn't say that anywhere. On the side of the door all that was written in red, white, and blue was USA! So instead of getting kicked out we were proactive and decided to drive one aisle over to a new parking lot he didn't patrol. Problem solved!

At this point we have given up the sleeping bags. In favor of using the bags and pads as a semi-soft bedding the humidity stays the whole night. The heat dies down, but the humidity is what gets ya. It was another early rise for Mike, now onto his second book. When I woke we packed up per usual and drove off to our last Memphis stop. Arriving at the International Civil Rights Museum we were a bit early and just chilled for a few minutes in the car. When it opened up we were right there at the front of the line ready to go in, understanding the hardship we would see, but not fully coming to terms with how gripping it would all be.

The museum takes place at the Lorraine Hotel, surrounding building built around it. This is the motel Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated, baring a lot of weight and pain just to witness it The entrance of the museum was rather small and there wasn't much to see. We were ushered towards a side that went over the history and upkeep of the building and motel but it didn't seem to offer a whole lot. We were rather disappointed that there wasn't more to this museum, but after a few paces this impression would soon wear off. We came to a viewing room where a video called “The Witness” was shown every 30 minutes.

In this theater, the video everyone would watch had us crumble to pieces. The documentary focused on the work and last few days of Dr. King. It was mainly narrated by one of his close friends, and the man who stood beside him as he was shot, “the witness”, Reverend Samuel “Billy” Kyles. This monumental tribute and explanation of Dr. King and his work as a Civil Rights Activist was heart-wrenching. Just as I couldn't explain the view of the Grand Canyon at sunset, neither can I convey the sorrow and emotion that filled that room. This amazing, yet mournful tale from Rev. Kyles let us in, if only for a second, to that chilling and depressing day. As “The Witness” and the only Reverend left of the original 3 tried to instill the audience with a shared experience you could hear and feel the room fill with sadness and tears. All around, including us, people were shifting to wipe tears away, or cover their faces. Whether it was a steady stream or a teary twinkle, the heavy emotion was felt by all.

After the film ended the stunned audience took a while to get up and leave. As we departed and turned the corner there it was, the exhibit we had expected to encounter. From the beginning of slavery all the way to present day, there wasn't a rally, protest, march, uprising, revolt, case of segregation or integration, missed. This museum had it all. Most exhibits were attributed to American civil rights, but there were a few that went over other world demonstrations. The long walk through lead all the way to the actual room, and spot of Dr. Kings last few moments. We would then leave the museum and head across the street to the house where it is suspected the shooter hid. Here there was a whole 'nother long exhibit talking about every little detail known, or supposed about the day, and shooter.

Leaving with a very somber feeling we exited this side of the museum we headed to the car. It was planned to go try and make it to a free viewing of the Dixon Gardens, (Thanks for the heads up Aunt Patti) but when we looked at the clock we had been at the museum for nearly 4 hours. After opening at 9, it was now almost 1. Deciding to skip the gardens, (sorry!) we wanted to grab some grub and hit the open road. We stopped off at The BBQ Shop Restaurant. Boy did this place blow Topps out the water. Sitting down to a nice rack of ribs and a pulled pork shoulder sandwich with various sides, this was Memphis hospitality right here. It was heaven, and it tasted goooooood. Bellies full once again , completely satisfied, we made for New Orleans!

The drive down was uneventful, with the only major city we drove through being Jackson, Mississippi. However, maybe 100 miles outside of New Orleans the road became elevated. When you looked over we were on top of a bayou. A far as the eye could see was swamp, with the highway suspended above these wetlands. Working our way towards New Orleans we came to our hostel... oh yeah by the way, no Walmart for us here, we got a ressie at a hostel, yeah that's what's up! The place looked a bit sketchy, but so far its been pretty nice. From the website we had hoped this would be a crazy fun place with co-eds and good people all around. Well let's just say its one big sausage hostel. Not really what we had hoped for, not even what I was expecting after hearing Katie's time spent at a hostel. Most of the guys were a bit stand offish, not too willing to extend a hand. Everyone is pretty timid here, and not very open at all. Oh well, to each's own.

The Walk to the Trolley from Our Hostel.


Unpacking the car a bit, and checking our situation for the next two nights we felt pooped. But instead we decided to go hit up the New Orleans night life!!! Walking 10 blocks or so we made it to the trolley which for a dollar twenty-five will take you all the way down to the corner of Canal and Bourbon St. before turning around. Here we hopped off and proceeded down this tourist attraction. From 8 to about 11:30 we walked all over!!! Everywhere! As Michael put it, “its a poor man's Vegas” Crazy people running rampant, some are naked, others are falling down drunk. Guys and girls alike, everyone is screaming and having a good time dancing, drinking, chatting, walking. It's a great atmosphere, only ruined by the bar rot smell that accompanies it.

We pretty much did walk up, down, through, behind, around, every street in the area, checking out various music, shop, bar, food, and tourist scenes. The humidity sure didn't stop, and neither did we as we made eye contact with various strangers, bumped into funny stories, and took pictures of the insane night life. We stopped in at a restaurant more so to get out of the humidity, and latch on to some water. Here we had some good New Orleans food, but stuck mostly to the water. Unfortunately it seemed like we were always running out of water but never any ice cubes. Relaxed a bit we sauntered back out onto the town, like two alley cats, ready for a happnin' time.

Around 11:30 we decided to head back to the hostel. Jumping back on the trolley we would roll into the neighborhood near midnight or so. After a few online sessions, with some of the slowest internet iv'e experienced in a while (spoiled) we hit the sack. It may not have been the best bed but hey, we'd take it. A mattress and pillow with sheets was good enough, especially with a slow stream of A/C blasting the room. We have 3 roommates at the moment, all British, but all separate. We were pretty much out when the light was flicked off.

Waking up early morning there was two of our roommates still sleeping, but it was curious but although not unexpected that the third never made it home that night. We would later see him passed out in the afternoon, apparently re-cooperating from a wild night. I'll fill you in later to our full day of New Orleans, but now we are about to get back on the trolley and head towards a cafe for some beignets and cafe au lait's. We'll get more done on the car ride to Atlanta tomorrow! Hope everyone is doing well. You're all in our thoughts, thanks for reading.

The journey so far.

Little Rock and Memphis

Phew, man is it muggy out here. It was somewhat of a rough night for Michael as it wasn't the heat that became a problem, but the humidity. As i slept soundly, dreaming of She-bam and other Santa Cruz adventures, Mike was up 'round 6, unable to sleep any longer. With a book in his hand he managed to read through the next few hours waiting for me to get up.

Up and at 'em bright and early in Little Rock we packed up the car around 8 and left closer to 8:30 for downtown Little Rock. Goodbye Walmart hello City slickers!The first stop was found with some primo parking outside of the old state capitol house of Little Rock. It took a while to adjust from the air conditioned car to the humid heat of Arkansas but we managed. Sliding into the building was much appreciated as we were blasted with cold air to cool us off. With free admission came free roam of the building to soak up all we could about the capital.

There were many rooms all filled with different, important, time periods of history. There was acceptance and statehood; the building itself through the years; periods of civil war, and veterans; restoration; and officials. One of the more fun rooms was dedicated to Clinton, what a goof. There was also a lot of hillbilly and red-neck stuff to show their rich, yet admittedly embarrassing roots. After a good hour or two wandering the halls, and we had seen everything, we left to walk the streets of downtown.

Plopping a few more coins into the parking meter, we sauntered down the street, peering in buildings and looking for important landmarks. We visited the farmers market, but it was very underwhelming and lame. We are so spoiled to have the Santa Cruz farmers market's, let alone the greatness of the S.F. market. (which i miss dearly!) At one point we stopped at a small plaza dedicated to a funny tae kwon do master. Apparently he fell in love with Little Rock so they dedicated a small area for him that was out of place and stereotypical for what a martial arts plaza would have in red-neck America.

We decided to skip the President Clinton museum, with a full scale oval office to try and make it out to the famous Central Little Rock High. Boy were we in for a surprise. Reaching the visitor and historical center we were greeted with a shocking tip; Dr. Minnijean Brown, one of the Little Rock Nine was making a special guest appearance. Without even getting to explore the center there she was. Before we knew it we were rushing in alongside the other tourists to a special seating and lecture area. Here for the next hour and a half we heard unbelievable stories of hardship, justice, persistence, and tragedy. Michael and i both had actually met and heard from Dr. Brown 5 years before in high school, so this was an unexpected but welcome visit. She is so strong, powerful, wise, funny and passionate, but at the same time, very sad and realistically depressing. She has been through so much, you can't help but take in every word she gives, while at the same time realizing not only the truth with which she speaks but the haunting view of society from which it stems forth.

After she respectfully answered the questions presented by the audience she was given a standing ovation before the meet and greet. Michael and I took this opportunity to go back to the museum portion and explore a bit. All around us we found more disturbing reminders of the past that this nation has built itself upon. All too easily do we turn a blind eye and wish to forget the atrocities of our own society. This exhibit served as a great example to what we must always remember and use to grow stronger. Only when we can begin to build not out of guilt, but out of love and cooperation with one another, can we move forward.

As we left the visitor center the large group of us walked across the street, and stared dead center with the high school where it all happened. It was a very somber and humbling experience as everyone around took pictures in silence. As shock and awe filled us all we began to reach out to one another. One by one everyone began to go over the history of the Little Rock 9 and the Central High School. Many pictures were taken, and for a few minutes many friends were made. Everyone shared this experience with one another and took what Dr. Brown had said to heart. Oddly enough this group that Michael and i had been swept in with were all part of the same bus tour group. Starting in Atlanta and venturing on a civil rights trip ending in Chicago we had become a part of this group if only for a moment. How lucky were we to unknowingly have the good fortunes of this group shared with us. As they boarded and left the bus we walked back to the car, amazed by our good luck.

With our superb experience of Little Rock it was off to Memphis only an hour and a half away. Deciding to take a late lunch we wanted to get on the road and find some good bbq when we got into town. Well, bbq is exactly what we found as we stopped at the famous Topps smokehouse. It was a bit uneasy at this local place where we were definitely outsiders. None the less, it didn't matter as the food was great and certainly filling. No wonder America is so fat. Not only has the food become more fattening, but so have the people, ever since we left LA. Talk about culture shock.

Bellies full, we headed to the famous Beale Street, the center for blues, soul, rock, and other varying music genres. Here we immediately hopped out and headed towards the Museum of Rock and Soul Smithsonian. However, there was a good 5 minutes where we accidentally went into a closed parking garage. No worries, we got out ok after driving around for a while, without ever finding another parked car. We almost rammed a toll gate before finding a ticket taker who stared at us incredulously. Laughing us off he let us out with a grin and shook his head. When we finally made it to the museum we almost got away without having to pay for tickets. No one was around when we entered so we headed straight on in to the first exhibit before being called back eventually asking to see our tickets. We paid the man and finally entered first watching a video, then receiving some audio guided tours devices, and walking around discovering the music life of Memphis. Here we were exposed to a culture spawning all the way back to slavery in the fields, learning of the development of various artists and the music they transformed with them. Soul, blues rock, country, bluegrass, funk, jazz, rock a billy, blues and rhythm, just about everything had its fair share of history, fame, artifacts, and music throughout the tour.

Leaving the museum it was still hot and humid as hell outside with no end in sight. Beale Street proved to be a lot of fun, with various characters and tourists roaming the streets. Unfortunately the actual street had been demolished years ago, but after realizing what they had done this re-built one now stood in its place. It still held some soul as just about every block there was another performer belting out some powerful blues tunes. Most of the buildings were bars and tourist shops but we did happen to stumble upon a small free museum that had great photography of the Civil Rights Movement in Memphis. There were shots of negro league baseball players and games (Willie Mays was in one, Go Giants!) ; marches, sit-ins, and protests; many pictures documenting Dr. martin Luther King Jr. and his work within Memphis accompanied by his assassination; and also the garbage worker strike. After a quick chat with the docents we hopped back onto the streets and stopped at a nearby center where a blues band had set-up. Everyone around was having a good time thumping to the beat and shaking along with rhythm.

Leaving Beale Street we wanted to see more of Memphis. Just like Europe sophomore year we let our feet do the directing. We walked down the financial district, along the Mississippi River front, next to the minor league baseball stadium as a game went on, and through a more traditional downtown. Even as the sun set the humidity was still a killer.

Heading to the car with cameras full of pictures we started off around 8 for another Walmart. Hey it may not be the best, but it's working so far. These 24-hour centers have been much appreciated. As of now we have been sitting in a starbucks, like always, catching up online, downloading pictures, and rooting the Giants on. Be sure to check out the photos we have been posting on facebook. Thanks once again for keeping up with us. Tomorrow we will head to the National Museum of Civil Rights, before setting off to New Orleans.

Today has been a full day of interesting meet and greets with many people, all of which have left a lasting impression, or in this case a hilarious quote, here are a few of those quotes:

Dr. Brown- "They tried to discourage me and tell me i was ugly. Are you kidding? I was gorgeous!"

Vendor on Beale St.- "I may be drinking a bit, but did i just see a clown walk by!?"

Docent at Civil Rights Photography Museum- Yeah i really want to move out to California. I want to be a nurse, i was thinking about living in Yellowstone."

Cashier at Topps BBQ- (Try and understand the tone. This wasn't rude, just how they asked for an order)- "What-chu want?"


Michael entered a bathroom, many of which surprisingly don't have locks, to a guy yelling out- "Woah, Woah, WOAH!"

Love you all, and hope to see you soon!

-Just keep chasing pavements

Albuquerque and Amarillo

Following our amazing adventure through traffic we arrived several hours later in Albuquerque. Upon our arrival we immediately fueled up with some much needed Sonic SLUSHEEES!!! Hydrated and sugared up we ventured off to the Petroglyph National Monument. Here we spent the next several hours or so hiking through various trails taking pictures and enjoying the wonders of these petroglyphs.

After spending the last several hours in the sun chasing rabits, snakes, and lizards we headed to old town. Here we found the usual touristy shops containing your Route 66 and various New Mexico paraphernalia. We enjoyed a little live music and walk around the central plaza. Satisfied we journeyed to the main downtown area. After a little parking adventure and meeting our new fiend John. We were guided to a restaurant just next to the University called the Frontier. Here we had some traditional New Mexican grub smothered in an excellent green chili stew. After our meal we took a walk around the University of New Mexico campus before heading back out on the road.

As we drove on towards Amarillo we found that it was getting dark but it was only 7:30pm. We had not realized that in a day we had passed through 2 time zones. It was actually 9:30pm. We had planned on getting in at around 11 only to find that it was actually 1am the next morning. We dozed off cracking the windows before bed at another great stop along the way. This place was called walmart, surprise surprise!

We awoke the next morning to a light rain coming through the windows from the sprinklers. It was actually quite enjoyable as it was already 85 degrees at 7:30am. We headed to starbucks for a bit of time online, some morning coffee, and then ventured off to Oklahoma City.

As our drive wore on we found that although the temperature was not rising rapidly the humidity added to the heat. En route we ran into a car from Nevada. We seemed to stay together for the entire 4 hour drive from Amarillo to Oklahoma City even after stopping at different rest stops. We stopped at a Cherokee Indian Gift Shop to have a look around and check our tire pressure. In this gift shop we found a new friend who will join us on our journey. He is a 3" tall cactus named George. We headed back onto the highway only to find Nevada close behind. Our states neighboring location and their ability to mooch off our radar detector kept us within a quarter mile of each other the entire time.

Hungry from the four hour drive we stopped at Ann's Fried Chicken House. Paden had Chicken Steak and Michael had Chicken Friend Steak. Both were very good and served as expected, with gravy, "vegetables", either mashed potatoes or french fries, and a side salad. Following this delicious meal and a sweet request to "Hurry on back now" we headed off to the Cowboy Museum!!!

The museum was awesome, the map was awful. The map designated which exhibits we were allowed to photograph and which ones we were not. Being such an awful map we ended up taking photos and getting caught on 2 separate occasions and missed out on opportunities to take pictures in other places. We also got to see what Paden called, "Cowboy Disneyland" It was a full-scale replica of an old western town. We were promised by the sweet old docent that EVERYTHING was authentic and original. This thing was no joke it was probably the size of a 8 house neighborhood. It had a bank, a school, a saloon, blacksmith shop, church, dentist, rail road station, post office, and more. The museum had so much more. There was an awesome hollywood section devoted to all the actors and actresses and well as the history of western movies and television through out the development. It also had a huge collection of paintings, drawings, and sculptures, depicting both western and native lifestyles. If that wasn't enough their was an extensive collection of knives and guns that we barely made a dent in. The cowboy museum closed at 5 so we squeezed in every last minute that we could and then hit the road.

On the drive to Little Rock we saw mysterious "red" lightning, fireflies on the side of the road and a disney-like, light up bridge. The weather here is muggy but tolerable at night. We will have to see what the day is like tomorrow. We plan to hit a few museums and historical landmarks before heading off to memphis for some awesome music history.

Listening to some bluegrass on the way down, we will leave you with:
-"Rock me mama like a wagon wheel!"

Flagstaff to Amarillo

Hey everybody, Michael and Paden reporting in en route to Oklahoma City. This is the blog we failed to post the previous day! As of now we are in a starucks using internet in Amarillo. During the car ride to Oklahoma City and Little Rock i'll write the next one explaining the second half of Albuquerque and alter part of the day. 

Ok Claire, you were right, the burger place was pretty good. Unfortunately I left mine in Kim's fridge after eating only half. Enjoy! The second night in LA was great as we hung out with old and new friends alike. Just a shutout to Kim, Emerald, Claire, Brianna, Josh, Emily and Nick for a fun night of games, massages, and shenanigans. Late to bed after the party, and early to rise. Yes we got up at 7, I know, ugh! We packed the car, checked we had everything in order, and made for the open road. (Quick thanks to Lisa, Chad, and Kim, for letting us crash at there place, it was great as always.)

Before we entirely made it out of LA we made a special stop for a special person. After 3 months of studying and exploring in Costa Rica it was in fact true, Katie Finch had returned! Not too far out of the way we stopped at Dish for breakfast, and tried to cram as much time in together as possible. Breakfast was lovely, and much appreciated. We had a nice visit and chat from a Mr. Keivin Finch. (Acme in New Orleans we'll find it!) Breakfast ended all too early, as we had to say our goodbyes too soon, although we did get to hear little tidbits of her wonderful trip. The time we spent with Katie would have to suffice as we moved towards the Grand Canyon with an extra piece of luggage (Costa Rican machete!). 

The trip from LA to the Grand Canyon was beautiful. Not a whole lot out there, but in terms of natural beauty we saw 5 or 6 kinds of different deserts. There was a little accident at one point where somehow a pressurized can of coffee exploded in the car rendering both front seats, dashboard, and passengers sticky and brown. Oops, it was loads of fun, a bit messy, but great all the same. 

We made it to the Grand Canyon in good time, just under 7 hours after leaving Dish at 11:30. Mike had never seen the grand canyon, and I had seen it years ago, so it was exciting as we rolled up. Hopping out of the car fueled by excitement and anticipation we made our way to the south rim. Our breath was taken away by the astounding, vast canyon of sheer drops, amazing colors, and various levels of  rock and mineral layering. I wish I could convey the magnitude of this landmark, the pictures hopefully will do it justice. To stand there and take it all in, you feel like you could just be swallowed up by this wondrous canyon.

After exploring a bit and walking to different view points we headed to the gift shop. The learning center had closed at 6, but the gift shop was open till 9. Better to buy than to learn. Walking around the shop we picked up and looked at the many cheesy, yet appropriate items to buy. At one point we were looking at post cards when we accidentally knocked down a whole stock of them, scattering the floor with images of the Grand Canyon. Not entirely embarrassed we laughed it off and picked them up, realizing that this trip would be full of goofs like this, and the coffee explosion.

Heading back to the car we decided to drive around and check out different parts of the south rim. We ended up going to the geology center. Score! It was here that we stayed around for sunset. With a handful of carrots and a box of goldfish we set up shop near a cliffs edge with other tourists and waited. As time passed a real show was put on for us. The lighting and colors that developed and continued to evolve were magnificent. Once again I wish I could explain or show this changing landscape. 

With the end of the sun set, and the rise of an almost full moon we set off for Flagstaff. This drive was pretty uneventful. Although, the night ride through the desert pine forrest was refreshing. The moon was bright and helped lead the way. At one point we almost hit a jack rabbit. The machete would have come in handy there. Oh! One of the crazier things that happened were the elk that continued to pop up on the side of the road. It was funny to see elk signs, since living in California we are so used to just deer, but these elk were no joke. Huge beastly creatures, the elk were gigantic, like 6x the size of a deer.  After an hour southeast we made it into Flagstaff.

Not much happened in Flagstaff. We toured around a bit to get a feel for the city, but it wasn't too exciting. We parked the car and decided to walk downtown. Not much here except for some bars. But what we did get to do is watch the last of the 9^th as Brian Wilson nabbed his latest save. The Giants won 6-5 against Arizona. Black and Orange!!! From here we went to a starbucks for free wifi to get what little internet use we needed for pictures, updates, chat, and business. After starbucks we came to our luxurious hotel for the night, Walmart! We parked , flipped down the seats, moved the stuff to the front, and laid out the sleeping bags. Getting to bed around 11 we had stayed up to figure out the next day, talk a bit about what else is going on, and of curse to eat marshmallows as big as your fist!!!

The night wasn't too bad. Aside from the walmart parking lot lights, it wasn't too uncomfortable; we'll see how it gets later in the trip though.  Up bright and early we were surprisingly refreshed and ready to go. Leaving Flagstaff by 8:30 it was on to Albuquerque. On the road for only an hour we had to stop at Meteor Crater!!!! The history was a bit lost on us and somewhat conflicting in areas, but the crater itself was really cool. “Over 2 miles in length,” Michael adds “and over 500 feet deep!” We spent a lot of time walking around exploring the crater and taking it all in. An hour passed, and we soldiered on towards Albuquerque. Along the way there were tons of “Indian” stores selling a the little chotchky's (sp?) nick-nak’s, and tourist trinkets. It was a little sad to se every mile another one pop up offering the same cheesy tourist crap.  We did stop in one just to check it out, but it never felt right.  There was so much cowboy and indian paraphernalia, it was one giant exploit. 

Well we just passed into New Mexico, and I have caught up to present time. Looking forward to Albuquerque we have a few places to check out. We'll see if we stay there or move on to Amarillo. Yay!

Wow quick side note we just ran into dead traffic. After a car flipped a bitch right in front of us everything came to a screeching halt. Currently under the hot desert sun we now await for things to pick up again.  

If you keep up with us we'll keep up with you. Good lookin' out!

-Goulet!

Flagstaff

In flagstaff. More about today tomorrow.

Dowtown L.A.

This is Dudely. 

View From Bench From 500 Days of Summer.

         Hey Y'all. So we are off! Yup it finally happened. After 3 years, the trip of a lifetime is underway. Michael showed up in Santa Cruz bright and early to get me out of bed. But as i'm sure you all know i was still sleeping, and not exactly ready, so it took a while to get going. As soon as i was ready we began to pack the car with what little baggage we had. We will be riding in style in our white 1998 Volvo soccer mom wagon. Woot! It's pretty much everything we wanted. If we give it enough love, hopefully it will get us across the country and back in one piece. Also, it turns out we have sort of a mascot, or good luck charm if you will, following us every step up the way. Our buddy Harvey has turned out to be great fun, and a very lively rabbit that brings a lot to the table. His road trippin' expertise will be much appreciated.
         Around 11:00 AM we set off down the coast on 101 before hopping on 46, and heading out on "the" 5 (That was hard to do) Not too many problems on the road as it was pretty much smooth sailing. There was some traffic here and there but what else is new when you're going to LA. We did stop off a bit at a Safeway and dollar store just to get a few essentials; gummy worms, saltine crackers, bags and bags of cereal etc. We almost bought some foam swords but thought against it. We got into LA around 6 and hit up Kim at her beach house. Claire and Kim joined us on the beach to watch the sunset, but before it actually set, Claire was more intent on getting back for some food. After saying hi's and going through introductions we sat down, to chow down. It was a loud and raucous night filled with good food and friends. BBq chicken, corn, potatoes, and greens filled the table as we laughed the night away with full bellies.
         After dinner we headed back to Kim's house. Here we met up with Emerald and ended up going out late to go get Yogurt Land. Claire decided to stay back and catch a few zzzz's, but it was probably more so because she is lactose intolerant. LAME! My second trip to yogurt land proved to be much better as i knew what to do and bought less ice cream. With froyo a succes it was back to Kim's for a good nights rest. We stayed up and planned a bit more, just getting things ready for the days ahead. It will be a while before we get another good nights rest and a home-cooked meal.
       The next day everyone partied it up in the kitchen and made breakfast. I of course slept in, ignoring any noises or sounds that were out to wake me. Around 10 i stumbled and we all sat down to the table for a good breakfast, compliments to Claire. We cleaned up a bit, showered, dressed and made it out the door around noon to explore LA. It took us a while to get downtown because of the crazy traffic construction, and the poorly relayed directions, but whatever! Downtown LA was great as we explored the area walking to the Disney Concert Hall, Angels Hill, and the many parking lots! Deciding to leave before rush hour we headed to the Santa Monica boardwalk and walked around a bunch. Time well spent at the boardwalk taking in the sights, sea air, and booty it was time to head home to Kim's. With a quick gas stop, (gas is really going to kill us) we made it back and relaxed a bit before we have to get up again. Tonight Claire is taking us to a burger place that she swears is the best, but we all have our reservations. We we'll see where the night takes us, but it sounds as if there may be a small shin dig later.
     Ok that's it for now. More to come later. I don't know if ill be able to keep up this pace in terms of writing. And yeah yeah i know grammatically it's not the best, but i'm not going back through and adding misplaced commas or apostrophes, so deal with it. Ok loyal followers, until another day, Michael and Paden here hopping off.

-Who Flares.

On the road

Set out this morning around 11. Currently in the L.A. area. We'll be heading to grand canyon/flagstaff next.