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Saturday, January 30, 2010

I've Got Georgia On My Mind

Monkey and I got out of Orlando around 4:15 and headed due north. The sun went down, and we lost the gloomy, gray clouds to darkness. We laughed as we drove and danced to techno music to keep us awake. We stopped in Voldosta, Georgia, where we grabbed a bite to eat at Steak N Shake. Monkey offered me $20 to eat 10 sweet peppers, and I got through 4 before he name me laugh. The pepper juice went up my nose, and the challenge ended then and there. We're now on the road again with Macon, Georgia in our sights. It's starting to mist snow a little bit, but this truck is warm, and the Knob and Noster are keeping their souls lit by means of CocaCola, Starbucks, and some classic Pearl Jam.

The picture just proves something even more personal for me:  If you focus on what's behind you, you miss everything around you.

The Patchwork of the Bread Basket

We left DIA this morning around 7:30, and we just landed in a cold and wet and rainy Atlanta, excited for our continued trip to Orlando. Hopefully we'll get some time to pee and eat before we board again.

When we were flying, I snapped this picture of the plains, the different shades of dormant crops laying out like an organic checkerboard underneath us, before the clouds came and covered it all up like a fluffly white blanket.


It's 6:47 am, and this is the vehicle that will take us to Atlanta, where we'll get on a differnt plane for Orlando. The airport is quiet this morning, and the air is still. The sunrise is pretty. The morning has broken.

Knob & Noster 2: The Florida Saga

It's 5:24 am on a Saturday. Monkey and I are en route to Denver International Airport. This is to be our second foray to the deep south, flying to Orlando and driving back to Denver with a truck full of Monkey's wife's mom's stuff. She moved out here not too long ago, and Monkey, being the great son-in-law he is, has volunteered to pick up and move her stuff out here. We did this trip once before; I want to say it was November. This time, we'll have a shorter truck and no dog coming with us.

The "Knob & Noster" comes from the town Knob Noster, Kansas, which we drove by on our last trip. Monkey dubbed the two of us Knob & Noster, our aliases of adventure.

I love the first day of any vacation where you have to get up early and go. One of my favorite things when I was a kid was when my dad would wake us all up at 3:30 or 4 to load us in the van bound for Phoenix. Those were always great trips. I miss those days, when the family seemed closer than it is. Sometimes it really sucks being an adult. But then, you meet great friends, and the adventures continue.

More coherent blogs later, when it's not an hour before sunrise.