(Ok,  so this post is month’s overdue, but better late than never, right?)

After my visit to Lake Tahoe, I was supposed to spend a day or two in Klamath Falls, but I ended up passing through because of an upcoming snow storm. I did a straight shot from Lake Tahoe to Eugene, a nine hour drive through terrible rain and winding roads. My windshield wipers couldn’t go fast enough, my windows were fogging up, and I could barely see. I thought I was going to die. Anyway, long story short, I made it. I was beyond exhausted by the time I made it to my sister’s place. My sister was watching for me from her window. She spotted me and came running down the stairs and hugged me. I burst into tears of relief and also happiness since I hadn’t seen her in a year. It was a Hallmark moment.

I spent about a week and a half in Oregon. I was scoping out the place to see if I wanted to move there. I love the vibe, the landscapes, and being closer to family. I drove around and decided to rent a cliff house with an amazing view.


This location was so remote that I didn’t have cell service, which freaked me out. Thankfully, my brother came down from Seattle (a 6 hour drive) to stay with me. He arrived at 1:30am with groceries galore and cooked up a storm (he’s an executive chef and was appalled by the fact I only brought food to make sandwiches). We didn’t go to sleep until 3am. It’s been a year since I saw him as well. We spent the next day talking, eating, watching TV, and enjoying the view. The location and sound of the ocean worked wonders on us. We all lead hectic lives so time outs like this are necessary to help us regroup. Here’s a pic of him enjoying the sunset:

The next day we drove to Eugene to surprise my sister who hadn’t seen him in almost 2 years. We caught her right before she left for work. My brother  stood out of  sight  as  I  knocked and gave some BS excuse to get them to  open the door. My sister  didn’t have  pants on and was horrified when my brother  walked in. LMAO.

My brother and I cruised around  Eugene on the best dirty chai I’ve ever tasted before we went back to the cliff house and he headed back to Seattle, hyped on caffeine. My sister and her husband joined me for a couple days. I spent one more night with them before I left for Las Vegas. I stopped in Medford (which I would like to visit again in future). I stayed in a hotel, which is hell when you have dogs. Ahh! I also stopped in Mount Shasta, a tiny town filled with friendly people, a breathtaking view, and a front desk clerk who told me to “calm down” when I wrote 2013 as the date when checking in. By that point, my brain was fried to a crisp and I barely knew which state I was in. My last stop was Reno where I stayed for 2 days before I did the 7+ hour drive back to Las Vegas.

My trip was about 4 weeks long. I added over 2500 miles to my Honda CR-V and I got an education about driving long distances solo. My dogs were fucking troopers. My older boy was beyond over it on the last leg. Strangely, my puppy who was car sick in the beginning (don’t even get me started on this) was fine by the end. I left Las Vegas like a bat out of hell and drove back in, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, desperate for a glimpse of my city. On the drive back, you don’t know how happy I was to see evergreens and mountains fade to sand and endless desert.

When I set out on the road trip, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. All I knew was I needed to disconnect and take a break. There were many ups and downs on this trip, but it all worked out in the end. I don’t think wandering is a waste of time. Everything I do and experience somehow works it’s way into my writing so I’m glad for that. Also, it makes me appreciate the simple joy of coming home to your own place and that’s awesome.

During this trip I’ve watched way too many episodes of Ink Master and am now ready to tap those keys, baby. Stay tuned.

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