Before we get to the March 2012 Resolution, we have to get through the Lewisburg to Los Angeles Road Trip, don’t we?. I mean, I’ve never been too strick about the beginning of the month anyway, right?
So, for the six days of cross-country travel, here are my
1. No eating at chain restaurants.
This has not been difficult philosophically, since it is my normal behavior. Logistically, however, it’s been a bit challenging. When one is traveling on major interstates, a bit of work is required to find something other than Cracker Barrel, McDonalds, or a Love’s Truck Stop.
2. We will listen to a whole album each day.
We made a mutually agreed upon list of top rock albums. So far we’ve listened to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, by Elton John and Rumors, by Fleetwood Mac. I also got gifts of road trip CDs from friends so we have seven California themed playlists to choose from. So far, the most popular song on these playlists is, not surprisingly, “California Dreamin'” by the Mama’s and the Papa’s.
3. We will stop at one road side attraction each day.
No high-brow elitist cultural institutions for us, NO. It’s Grandpa’s Cheese Barn all the way.
All of these rules are serving us well. With a small amount of effort (thank you iPhone) we have eaten at some great local diners, a delicious Thai restaurant, and a Columbus, OH purveyor of local foods and the best deviled eggs I’ve ever had.
My favorite rule, by far, has been Rule 3.
My friend Lindsay recommended an iPhone app called Roadside America. Forget those every day apps like Facebook and Youtube. Roadside America is THE COOLEST APP EVER. Seriously.
This app figures out your location and then lists all of the awesome, strange, and wonderful things you can see nearby. Precious Moments Chapel anyone? Largest Rocking Chair in the WORLD? Giant Solo Cup? City of Murals? Can you say AWESOME?
No, we are not stopping at everything. In spite of the fact that almost all of them sound fun, we have agreed that we still need to arrive in Los Angeles on March 7th. So we limit ourselves to one (or two) a day. Unless a third one is really close by.
And sometimes, even when you’re not looking for it, when you’re just having a lovely lunch at Hick’s Barbecue in Cuba, Missouri, you get an added bonus. I really couldn’t make this stuff up.