The other big difference from the previous road trip was this one wasn’t a family jaunt. It was with a friend and colleague of mine, and it came about because we had to do some biz travel for that vague thing that pays my bills because I can’t make a living writing posts about toy museums and books about death tourism. I blame Congress for that.
Here was our seven-day itinerary. We flew into Houston, drove two hours to Austin. Did our thing. Flew to San Francisco. Did our thing. Squeezed in some time to find wraiths atop one of its roofs. Flew to Seattle. Did our thing. Our next and last thing was in Houston again…but there was a weekend between it and us. So instead of flying home to the East Coast and then turning around in the airport parking lot and flying out again, we thought, "Let’s drive 1,600 miles in a weekend." Strangely, the idea was born sober.
So Friday, after working all day in Seattle, we took off for northern Montana, traveling through the center of Washington state and the giraffe neck of Idaho. We did eight hours before nightfall to end up on the doorstep of Glacier National Park, with only one stop en route: The Washington town or Roslyn, where they filmed the exteriors for Northern Exposure. That post is a-comin. As are posts on everything else I’m about to mention, so I’m holding back on a lot of pictures.
I’m so tired.
The next morning we spent a good four hours in Glacier National Park, which seems like not enough for a majestic place like that but was plenty for what we were doing, following the Going-to-the-Sun Road…which, it turns out is actually a road and not at all a Gordon Lightfoot album like I supposed.
|The view from a random point on the Going-to-the-Sun Road in Glacier National Park, Montana.|
|I mean, Montana stores have entire aisles dedicated to jerky.|
|Sure, we saw awe-inspiring sites of nature, but my favorite thing about the route we traveled|
was the dinosaur gas stations.
|The view over Mammoth Springs in Yellowstone at dusk.|
|I mean, it's an absolutely alien place for an all-American tourist destination.|
|I assume the statue is facing South.|
In Denver we got to see a cannibal grave, a park built atop unclaimed dead, a giant demon horse, and a mural of a rainbow-riding Nazi Terminator (pics on the OTIS Facebook Page), before flying to Texas to do our thing one last time and then flying home.
|Denver, Colorado, where children giving seals the Heimlich is worthy of bronze.|
Actually, I didn’t fly home. I flew to Maryland, where I picked up my wife and kids—who took advantage of my absence to visit family—and then Sunday drove another nine hours to our home in New England.
And I need to start planning my next road trip.