The Trip

It's quite obvious that I haven't written anything in nearly a month. I don't really know why this is. It's not that I haven't wanted to. Something interesting will happen and I'll be like "Man, that is really worth a blog entry," but I never get around to it. But finally, an event is on the horizon that is so huge that it absolutely warrants its own blog entry. And no, I am surprisingly not talking about college, although that will inevitably show up in entries to come. No, the event I am referring to is my 1-month trek across the United States and into Canada with Preston Lennon and Nate Brown.

Oh, you weren't aware I was doing that? Thought I might be bullshitting? Guess what folks, that shit is going down. Up until this afternoon, I still thought I had somehow daydreamed the whole thing. Yet I found myself calling up Dick's Sporting Goods, the place that had hired me to run their climbing wall this summer for a solid wage of $8 per hour, and telling my manager that I was going to have to decline the job.

Now jobless, there is no turning back. I will be making this trip.

Yesterday, the three of us met with Nate's grandfather and mapped out what our presumed route is. The tour includes stops at all of the crucial landmarks: time in Yellowstone and at Crater Lake, a hike up Mount Whitney (get familiar with it bitch, tallest peak in the lower 48), and a few days visiting our neighbors to the north, those crazy Canadians.

For the latter, I am a bit worried. I don't have a passport, but supposedly there is a way in which more money can be shelled out to get one in approximately two days, so hopefully this will pull through. If not, the fellas said they had no problem hiding me in the trunk. It's fucking Canada, do you honestly think they'd check?

Eh......maybe.

I'll do some googling once I conclude this entry. I really don't have much more to say, because we haven't actually sat down with the rents and talked budgeting yet. Oh, you know how those rents love to budget. For now, here's the basic plan: Fly down to Modesto where Nate's grandparents live from Seattle (I will be there for a week visiting my cousins); Hop in the car that Nate's grandpa has gotten for us (we will resell it later once we get back into Char-town); make a phatty loop of a shitload of Western states and see everything we possibly can; hightail that shit back to Charlotte. Again, this is a very condensed version. I'll be sure to let you know once I know the exact route. All I know is that I am about to shit myself just thinking about how phat this trip will be.

True, it will be strange being away for a month or more. But I am looking forward to it. A break from my rents will be crucial, although I'll certainly miss my lady-friend. But this is a trip that I really need. I have never participated in something that I really anticipated finding piece of mind in. I feel like this trip is going to be a way to release my mind and make me gain perspective. I am sounding slightly queer right now I realize, but I speak the truth.

Right now, I am going to go see about that passport. Hopefully I'll write something else before I leave for the trip. I am pretty sure I will. Gaga.

UPDATE 12:33 a.m: Apparently no passport needed since we are traveling by land. Hurrah!