He picked me up from my house in Wichita, KS, and we drove through Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Texas with free lodging lined up all the way. The Midwest is not all that exciting, especially if you’ve grown up here, but Texas wasn’t too terrible. Things did not really pick up until we arrived in New Orleans, however. Let me tell you, I’m going back when I am 21. Unfortunately, I do not love museums as much as Andy does; in fact we are almost on opposite sides of the spectrum, but I didn’t plan the trip. I was along for the ride, literally: I was not behind the wheel for 1 of the 80 hours of the entire drivetime. In New Orleans we stayed in an Airbnb close to the French Quarter, and we Ubered into town to avoid the chaos of parking. We walked down Bourbon Street all of the three nights we were there, ending at Cafe Dumond, unable to avoid the constant sound of street jazz. New Orleans has the best jazz I have ever heard, although I haven’t heard that much. We carried on to Florida from there. We stayed in Florida for 4 nights, but there was only lodging planned for the first day. Because of this, we spent the most money in this state, especially since our Key West hotel was almost $400 a night. The biggest problem with this trip was that we never really stayed in one spot, and my favorite memories were when we rarely did. The Everglades were cool, and the beach was refreshing. But Key West is a blur, since we were in and out within 12 hours, and we slept for half of those. Essentially, the trip consisted of a series of drives to a series of checkmarks and dry conversation to fill the gaps. We carried on through Florida to Atlanta,GA, where we stayed for a couple nights with good friends--another good memory. Then we drove again, continuing north through the Appalachian’s all the way to Cincinnati, KY, with some really good friends of mine, and I guess they knew Andy too. The Wafford family has taken a couple of trips with my family, and our parents have known each other since college, so we are pretty compatible. Leah, Becca, and Micah Wafford, and Andy and I picked up some Skyline Chili in Cincinnati and hung around. Andy is lactose intolerant, and the cheese in his chili didn’t agree with him, so he went off for a while, trying to find a bathroom in the city. This was my favorite memory of the trip: for the first time in almost 2 weeks, Andy was not there, and some good friends were there to replace him. We did not do anything crazy in his 30 minute absence. It was abnormally peaceful when he was gone, though. The trip continued on towards Chicago, and I flew out from there.
My Idaho to Wisconsin Roadtrip
Caleb and I had been good friends at a Bible camp where we both had worked for a summer. We had stayed in contact for two years after, and one day he asked if I was interested in taking a trip in the summer. I had just finished my trip with Andy when I finalized my next adventure with Caleb. He needed me to fly out to Nevada and then help him drive a Uhaul to Wisconsin. Flying out to Nevada was an adventure in itself, since I got to fly through a thunderstorm.