I meant to note down the name of this place, but it’s on the other hard drive and I can’t be bothered to go dig it up. It was a non-descript shack on a corner of MLK boulevard in Fort Myers, and this guy was at the back serving up some fantastic fall-off-the-bone ribs and white bread. That’s all he had, and all he needed.
This route was roughly 20k miles long, which felt to me like a lot of miles for one year until I realized that at ~20 miles each way I’ll do roughly 16k miles a year simply commuting to the office from my current residence in Sacramento. People drive far to go to work in this country. Time to find a home closer to the job.
I was pulled over for speeding three times, and let off with a warning three times. I hit 120mph with the top down and a fully loaded car on the Bonneville salt flats, and it was me rather than the car that decided that that was plenty fast enough. I had the seats stolen out of the car twice, the roof slashed both times. Since I’ve stopped travelling, I’ve taken the time to disable the door locks so at least I hope they’ll leave the roof alone in the future.
Places I stayed on the way, those denoted in bold I was at for at least a week:
Santa Clara → San Diego → Los Angeles → Santa Clara → Lake Tahoe → Danger Cave → Boulder → Mitchell → Minneapolis → Chicago → Milwaukee → Chicago → Indianapolis → Chicago → Indianapolis → Asheville → Boone → Greenville → Atlanta → Savannah → Brunswick → Charleston → Atlanta → Charleston → Fort Lauderdale → West Palm Beach → Fort Myers → Saint Augustine → Cedar Island → Ocean City → Washington DC → Columbus → Detroit → Windsor → Litchfield → Oklahoma City → Santa Fe → Bluff → Salt Lake City → New Meadows → Seattle - Salt Lake City → Austin, NV → Sacramento
*This list does not include the approximately 15 return trips back to California during the same period, and some side trips to Oregon, Texas, and the New England states.
I lived with eight existing groups of friends or family, thirteen couchsurfers, three groups of random people I met on the street, five airbnb rentals, a week in a tent, a night in a treehouse, a night on a boat, and approximately two weeks worth of random motels and hotels. In the process I discovered that cases of beer and Kindles are the best things to leave as thank-you gifts.
I discovered what the bare necessities are to get by in any sort of manageable way, and that they fit in approximately two carry-on bags. This includes camping equipment, enough fancy clothes to go to a wedding, and far too much computery junk for work. This doesn’t take into consideration the primary necessity which is people, which you can’t pack and tend to just find wherever you’re going anyway.
Along the way I picked up two ridiculous habits from people I was staying with: cold showers and the half-assed paleo diet. Oh, and the dialect but not the accent of an Amurrkin.
Getting Google Maps to cooperate long enough to draw this route took about three hours. WTF Google.
The internet contains a lot of varied hypotheses on why birds might stand on one leg, none are very convincing for a tall bird out of the water in a warm climate. Rather than foisting yet more misinformation on you here I recommend commencing your very own research.
Speaking of hawks, they’ve finally fixed up the body scanners at the airport to do all of the object detection in software so the machine itself can show where hidden objects are. If the TSA had only waited a year before deploying, they would have saved themselves a ton of public perception issues with who is viewing the data and whether it is going off-site somewhere.