fuckin road warriors

in the last four days we drove from chicago to LA. I'm still pretty road-stoned, but ill try to fill you in on our adventures.

After we played the Elbo room in chicago, which, btw, thank you everyone in chicago, that was so much fun, Johnny decided to take a job doing some video work in LA. It's an interesting project and will fund the tour for a few more months, so taking it was the obvious choice, but we had to go cross-country in very little time, which is tough because we fucking hate interstates. But I routed us on some backroads so we could see some cool shit on our drive. We plowed through Iowa, where I answered many questions about corn farming, a subject about which i know nothing, but apparently more than johnny does. he played an open mic in des moines and then we tried to camp at this little campsite outside town but were rudely awakened by a terror-bug that stung him in the eye and i insisted on going to the emergency room bc i didn't want him showing up here with a swollen-shut eye. ironically, by the time we did show up MY eye was swollen, but more on that later.
The next day we drove through nebraska, and i was bummed that we didnt have time to stop for the nebraska high school rodeo finals when we drove through the town where they were being held, but we pressed on. There's a shit-load of corn in nebraska, too. We camped on the edge of a crazy reservoir and i spent the entire night trying to say reservoir correctly. johnny slept directly under the stars for the first time. it was awesome until a sandstorm kicked up in the middle of the night and we had to run to our tent under a blood-red moon.
oh also while in nebraska we stopped in lincoln and i bought some obnoxiously adorable sundresses, so i set up the tent at the reservoir while dressed like marilyn monroe.
the next day we got Enny (our noble steed, The Entropic Engine) serviced in Denver then tackled the Rockies. We kept looking around and saying to each other "could you imagine doing this shit as a settler, like on foot with oxen?" We camped outside eagle colorado, high up in the rockies, next to a little stream that would go on to become the colorado river. the air was so clean it smelled like laundry detergent. i almost froze to death bc my sleeping bag was not made for mountain nights. That was the night the moon was unusually bright.
Then we followed the colorado through utah and stopped in moab, which long-time readers of this blog will know holds a special place in my heart. I bought a new sleeping bag and an enchilada. Thank you, Moab.
Yesterday we pushed through all the way from Moab to LA. Took a brief stop in Vegas bc I'd never seen it and tangled ourselves in hours and hours of mindboggling traffic on route 15. By the time we got to LA i couldn't form words. But now we're here and it's actually pretty cloudy, so i'm happy. here's to sleeping in a proper bed for a little while.