Tomorrow morning, bright (or more likely dark) and early, I am off on an epic adventure of solitude, visiting old friends, seeing the small town where some of my distant relatives were massacred, eventually delivering some stuff to my brother and sister-in-law, and whatever else I get into in between. That’s right! ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAD TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!! I’m driving this thing,
from Tennessee to California. The entire trip would be around 48 hours or so if I did it in a straight shot, but I’m breaking it up, for obvious reasons. Tomorrow I’ll drive to Columbia, Missouri to stop off and see my friend Brooke, who I met in South Africa WAAAAAAY back in 2001 or so. She’s from Missouri but met and married a cool Somalian dude named Mussa when she was in Cape Town. They moved back to the states, time went at the speed of light, and now they have four beautiful kids. I’ll stay with them until Tuesday.
Tuesday I’m headed through to Coffeyville, Kansas for a quick stop to see the place where the infamous Dalton Gang‘s (actual relatives of mine) successful crime spree was put to a dead (literally) halt by the kind folks of the small town. You can read about it here if you’re interested. I’ll probably stop and check out this museum, because it should give me all the information I’ve been longing for and, well, it’s probably the only thing in that town. Then I’ll roll out of town like the hombre I am and keep heading West, making sure to wipe the dust off of my feet before leaving the town who killed my gun slingin’ cousins.
I’ll keep driving Tuesday, and end up somewhere in Texas (preferably Amarillo, but I’m flexible), hoping not to run into George W. or the Hanson brothers. I’ll sleep in Amarillo, or where ever I find to lay my weary head, and then wake up on Wednesday and keep heading West. I’ll go through New Mexico and Arizona, and will probably stop somewhere in Arizona to sleep for the night. Flagstaff? That’s in Arizona right? Or maybe even further! Who knows?! Definitely not me because I have a terrible sense of direction, which could make for some interesting blog entries.
And then, when I wake up (where ever I may find myself) on Thursday, I will hit the last leg of the trip; possibly the most anticipated part: seeing my brother Bill, pregnant sister-in-law Darcy, my unborn niece Callie (inside Darcy’s belly), and my two dog nephews Rocket and Buster (Wow. I used every type of colon in that strange sentence). So Thursday afternoon I will end up somewhere in San Francisco, California, hopefully way before 8:00 PM (because we have to unload all the baby stuff my mom is sending with me) and get the rental car back by then. And then it’s on!
Yes, you may have heard of the First Annual Dalton Decathlon, or maybe even the Second Annual Dalton Decathlon. Buckle your safety belts and get ready for the THIRD Anual Dalton Decathlon, where anything can happen (and it usually does) and anything goes (and by anything I mean wearing some sort of clothes that are way too tight and going out in public to embarrass ourselves). This year Darcy is pregnant, and we are taking no prisoners. Here’s a little taste from the previous years:
First Annual Dalton Decathlon
Second Annual Dalton Decathlon
My road trip music selection includes: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy by Kanye West, Seeing Sounds by N.E.R.D, a CD of Gregorian Chanting, Sublime’s self titled album, The Grey Album by DJ Danger Mouse, and a Ray Charles greatest hits double disk. So yeah, that’s random. This should be fun!!!!!!!