Sunday, August 3, 2014

Tips and Tidbits

Highway Signs:  Living in Alabama, the highway signs are all numbers on a shape that resembles our state, as is the case in Georgia, Florida and Louisiana, many of the other states I often travel to.  So, I assumed all states were like this.  As Lee Corso would say, "Not so fast!"  I first noticed this on my first day in Illinois.  The highway signs were just on squares.  I assumed it was because Illinois was a narrow state and they just couldn't fit numbers on them.  Most states' highway signs are in the shape of the state or some sort of square, but there are also some very unique ones out there:


The state of Washington for example where it is the shape of the father of our country rather than the shape of the state.  And Utah where a honeycomb marks the highway signs.  Why a honeycomb?  Don't worry, I asked a ranger.  She said it was because the first people who settled in Utah really looked to the honey bees as inspiration: they respected how hard working and tight-knit the bees were.  So, they adopted the honeycomb as their state symbol.

Water: I do not drink much soda, but of course I drank a lot of water on the road.  I could have stopped at each gas station and gotten a bottle of water, but think of the cost associated with that and all of the bottles of water that I probably would not have been able to recycle.  Instead, I took my own cup and filled it up with ice water at each stop I could.  A handful of times I had to pay for it, and by pay, I mean either .10 or .25, but 90% of the time, it was free.

Speed Limits: Although many states have the same speed limits, that does not necessarily mean they have the same driving speed.  In some states, it seems that the speed limit is a true limit.  In some, it seems like the starting point.

Eating Out: I was really never lonely on the trip, nor did I regret taking the journey on my own, except when I was eating out.  Eating out on your own is a real art.  I did not want to eat fast food the entire time, nor did I want to just eat apples and granola bars in the car the whole time, so I had to get used to this.  Food and eating out is such an important part of our culture, that I wanted to partake with the locals across the country.  Whenever possible, I would sit at a counter or bar, and more often than not, I found someone to talk with, even if it was the waitress or bartender.  Otherwise, I was either reading a book, playing on my phone or looking at tour guides to plan my next venture.

Public Bathrooms: Besides eating out, I found another thing that was difficult on my own was public restrooms that did not have hooks in them for purses and/or cameras.  Yep, if I don't have someone to hand my things to, where else am I supposed to put them?  Let this be a public service announcement: If you own some sort of establishment, please ensure your restrooms have hooks in them.

Lodging: There is a major difference in "a place to stay" and "a place to sleep."  I was looking for the latter.  Before going on a trip, decide which one you are after.  I had never gone on a trip before where I didn't have lodging pre-booked.  I was anxious about this process, but quickly got the hang of it and was thrilled that I did not plan ahead.  I learned how to quickly search for lodging and I learned that reading comments and reviews can be really helpful.  Often times the cheapest hotel had horrible ratings, but the one right above the cheapest had acceptable reviews.  Also, don't be afraid to look at casinos in the area.  I only stayed in one casino, but it was one of the nicest hotels I stayed in and one of the cheapest, as I assume they thought I'd be spending all my money in the casino.  Haha, I fooled them!

Audiobooks: I absolutely love music and I love to sing, but even though I have thousands of songs, I was worried I would get bored with music in the car.  So, I borrowed books from my local library through my phone and was able to listen to the books through the speaker as I drove.  Audiobooks can be very expensive, so I highly recommend getting them through your local library.  They kept me awake, alert, entertained and eager to get back into the car to listen.

Radio Stations: While audiobooks kept my ears busy for most of the trip, I did take some time to stop and listen to some local radio stations.  I found that a quick search through the dials could tell you a lot about a community.  In Montana for instance, just east of Glacier National Park, where there was almost nothing, I found one radio station.  Because there was only one, it played the widest variety of music I could have imagined.  The songs ranged from country to oldies to hip hop to gospel to everything in between.  There were places in the country where there were more Christian radio stations than all the other stations combined.  Listening to the local radio, or at least taking a few minutes to turn the dial back and forth just may give you the best glimpse into the local culture.

Road Trips: In case you ever want to venture out on a road trip (which I highly recommend!), here are a few thoughts.  I was really hoping and planning to have time to take in a movie, perhaps go to a yoga class or even get a massage along my journey.  This did not happen.  If you are like me at all and take many photos, a couple hours' journey is quickly mushrooms into a much larger chunk of time.  If you really want some "down" time, make sure to schedule at least two nights in a place.

I packed my belongings, not in suitcases, but in big plastic bins.  As I arrived at each new location, I chose my clothes for the next day, put them into a small bag that contained my toiletries, and voila, no lugging of giant, heavy suitcases.

And yes, of course, my favorite traveling companion, Happy, was along for the ride!

As far as places to go see, well, I truly loved everywhere that I went to see.  However, I will put a plug in for a few of my favorite, less-traveled to places.  Places like Glacier National Park, Seattle and the Redwood Forest are on many people's bucket lists, and I fully support those, but you may need to add a few more to your list.  The first one is South Dakota.  Wow!  The people there were incredibly friendly; the tourism board does a remarkable job even with links to audio guides you can listen to that tell you about the places you are seeing as you drive along the highways; the landscape of the Badlands, Mt. Rushmore and the Black Hills is beautiful and truly unique.  The Oregon coastline would be another top spot on my list of places to see.  The rugged coastline, light houses, sea lions, sandy beaches and rocky overhangs are breathtaking.  I would also highly recommend southern Utah.  The people here, too, are welcoming and generous and there is so much to see and do that you could easily fill a week, or a month, traveling to different parks, hiking and exploring.

As Dr. Seuss would say: "So... be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, you're off to Great Places!  Today is your day!  Your mountain is waiting.  So... get on your way!"

Happy Travels! 

Statistics

My trip by numbers...

7,632 miles put on my car 

$887.18 spent on gas

227.68 gallons of gas

$3.89 was the average it cost per gallon (Oregon being the most expensive at $4.99 and Oklahoma being the cheapest at $3.33)

$48 was the average cost of my lodging (Santa Fe was the most expensive, but thankfully Jessica was there to help split the bill, and besides my many gracious hosts who let me stay with them free of cost, my camp ground stay in Bryce of $7.50 was my cheapest)

31 nights on the road

14 nights in hotels/motels

8 nights in the homes of friends

1 night in a cabin

1 night in a casino

5 nights in a tent

2 nights in a tipi

180 hours in the car

11 audio books

0 bear sightings

23 states

2 countries

1 amazing adventure

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Finding my Southern Roots

In Vacation Bible School, SO many years ago, Miss Debbie told us about Heifer International.  All week long, we brought in loose change and small donations and at the end of the week, we had enough to purchase a goat for a family in need.  That stuck with me.

Over the years, my family and I gave gifts of animals through Heifer International.  Eventually, I got the school involved in Read to Feed where the children raised money for Heifer.  I applied for and was granted an incredible opportunity to travel with Heifer with fellow teachers from across the country (remember Lori who I stayed with in St. Louis?) to Honduras to see the work they are doing there.  A few years ago, Mom and I traveled to the Heifer Ranch in Arkansas for a women's lambing weekend where we got to watch lambs and kids being born.  Needless to say, Heifer holds a very dear place in my heart.

So, I planned it just right so that I could be at Heifer headquarters in Little Rock this morning as I travel homeward.  I enjoyed, once again, learning more about their mission of ending world hunger through sustainable education world-wide.  Despite my seemingly vast knowledge of Heifer, I am continuously impressed with the great work that it does.  The more I learn, the more I love this organization!



Herman and I enjoyed the small museum and the gift shop where I purchased my very own goat tube.  Yes, goat tube.  This tube is just the right height to hold 480 quarters.  Any idea was can be purchased with 480 quarters?  That's right, a goat!  I'm excited to add it to my classroom next year.

I continued driving southward.  Crossing the Mississippi River was quite the thrilling experience.  Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love to travel, and I would not have traded this road trip for anything, but I am a southern girl, and proud of it.  Once again being east of the Mississippi felt good, it felt right, and although still miles from home, I felt at home.

Eager to get home, but hungry and hating to pass up one more stop, I stopped in Memphis and wandered down the famous Beale Street, known for its blues music and BBQ.  


Decisions as to what to eat were quite the challenge as I wanted just about everything on the menu, thrilled to see so much fried food again.  I went with, and was not disappointed by, a bar-b-que sandwich and sweet potato fries.  This southern girl was in hog heaven (pun intended).


With a full belly and a happy heart, I headed home, on my last stretch.  I had some trouble somewhere around Jasper.  Of course I would get lost less than 50 miles from home!  After finally finding my way through road construction and a GPS that did not know about it, I drove into Birmingham and arrived HOME where my wonderful parents were eagerly awaiting my arrival!


What a truly epic adventure I have had, one that will never be forgotten, one that I am SO glad I took!  But for now, I'm glad to be home!


Until my next adventure... :)


Miles traveled: 435
Hours in the car: 7
Gallons of gas purchased: 4.8
States: Arkansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, and Sweet Home Alabama


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Surry with the Fringe on Top

Today is a big milestone for me.  Today marks one month that I have been on this epic adventure.  It was also on this date one year ago today that Jessica and I climbed a mountain, Snowdon, in Wales.  And two years ago, I was in Washington, D.C., meeting my "life-swap" (if you don't know what I'm talking about, check out my Tales of a Traveling Teacher blog!) and staying in a hotel by myself for the first time.  Wow.  Just two years ago, the thought of staying in a hotel by myself seemed daunting.  Just look what I accomplished over this past month!

When planning my route home, I realized that I had two options: a little bit of Texas, Oklahoma and Arkansas or all of Texas.  I opted for the first option just so I'd I have a bit more change of pace, or at least change of state.  This also meant I could sing cheesy musical songs as I traveled through Oklahoma.

As I neared Oklahoma City today, I began looking out for signs of Garth Brooks.  Garth, you see, is one of my very favorite people.  When I was in middle school, Garth Brooks came to Birmingham and I got to see him as my very first concert.  Although I've been to many others throughout the years, no one came close to impressing me like Garth did.  Over the years, I fell deeper in love with this musical talent, waking up early to rush and get his new CD, typing up the lyrics to help me learn the songs, and even naming a cat (who "sang" a lot) after him.  And yes, I was a bit heart-broken when he decided to stay home with his daughters rather than make music, but equally proud of him for choosing family.

I knew Garth was from somewhere near Oklahoma City, but I wasn't certain as to where until I passed the boulevard named after him and signs proudly claiming their famous resident.  I was just picking up my phone to call my best friend, Monica, a fellow Garth-lover whose first ever concert was also the king of country, when I got a text from her saying Garth was touring again, and he was coming to Atlanta!  Oh my goodness, I'm so excited!  I had always said that I would pay good deal money to see him again.  I just hope we can get tickets!

Another reason that I had planned on coming through Oklahoma was so that I could meet up with an old friend.  Jesse is my grand-big sister, meaning that she's my big sister's big sister in Alpha Xi Delta.  She was two years older than me at Auburn, and although we did not spend a whole lot of time together, she had a major impact on my life.  Jesse, also an education major, did her student teaching in New Zealand through the COST program.  After talking with her about that opportunity, I knew it was something I wanted to pursue.  Having the opportunity to teach in New Zealand was one of the most meaningful experiences I've had.  

Jesse and I have communicated sparingly since college, but when she saw that I was traveling the country, she got in touch to let me know she was in Oklahoma.  Just one more good reason to avoid driving days through Texas.

We decided to meet at the Oklahoma City Memorial, a museum and memorial dedicated to the 168 people that lost their lives in the bombing that took place there in 1995.  I remember the expression on my mom's face when she picked me up from 5th grade that day.  I don't really remember what was said, besides, "Something really bad happened today," but the tragedy of that day was, ever so lightly, etched into my memory.

Being so young, I really did not remember much of the horrors and devastation of that day.  The museum and memorial were absolutely stunning.  Full of stories of those that lost their lives, of those that survived, of those that helped and the outpouring of love that followed were heartbreaking, moving and inspiring.  

At one end of the reflecting pool, a gate marked with 9:01 and at the other, a matching gate marked with 9:03 surround the time of the bombing.
The Survivor Tree.  A lone tree, thought to be about 100 years old, that once stood in the parking lot of the now destroyed building that amazingly survived the bombing.  Its' blossoms were a sign of hope and strength for all who gathered around it to remember.
Each chair, representing a victim in the tragedy, is strategically placed to represent what floor he/she was on.  The small chairs represented the children that were killed.
Jesse and I were nearly silent as we left, blown away by what we had just seen, glad to have taken the time to visit the memorial.  But of course, we also needed some time to catch up, so although it was three in the afternoon, we drove on to Shawnee where Jesse is living and found a place to grab a late lunch.  Shawnee is actually the birthplace of two American icons: Brad Pitt and Sonic!  So, obviously, it was a place I enjoyed very much! :)


After miles and miles and miles of driving, the scenery tonight is starting to remind me a lot of home.  I am getting so close now, I can almost taste it! 

Miles traveled: 607
Hours in the car: 10
Gallons of gas purchased: 21.5

States: Texas, Oklahoma and Arkansas

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Small World

Do you remember me saying that we may go out for a margarita?  Well... I will blame it on Santa Fe's extremely high altitude, but this morning I did not feel well.  In fact, this early bird barely got out of bed before lunchtime.  BUT everything happens for a reason!

My grandmother (and my namesake), Becky, was also in Santa Fe at the same time traveling with a friend.  She only lives about two hours from me, and it is not common for her to travel, so this was quite an exciting adventure for her.  I was unsure of exactly what my timing to Santa Fe would be, so we had not planned to meet up, but when I realized I would be here when she was, I began calling her cell phone.  And calling.  And calling.  So, here I was, staying in the same city as my grandmother, but not having any idea how to find her.


I had planned on getting an early start, knowing that I had a long road ahead of me, but my morning did not go as planned.  When I finally emerged, I wanted to find a small bite to eat, so I found a smoothie and a muffin.  I decided to make the most of the town before heading out again, and so I took my midday breakfast into the park where I planned to find a bench and enjoy a little people watching.


On one such bench, I spotted my grandmother and her travel companions!  Boy, did I surprise her!  What fun to truly run into someone from home so far away from home.  So, because I was not feeling so well, I got a late start to my day, and because I got a late start to my day, I got to see and spend some time with my grandmother.  See, it was all for good reason!




I had heard stories of Santa Fe's famed Canyon Road and so before leaving town, I decided I should explore it just a bit.  This narrow lane is jam-packed with talent.  Each small gallery was overflowing with whimsical creations, exquisite artwork, hand-made furniture, statues made out of just about anything you could imagine and ornate pottery.  I enjoyed wandering in a few of these galleries with intimidating price tags, but I must admit that home is beginning to call me.

I'm sorry that I left Santa Fe for the end of my travels because once I begin to head home, well, it seems I am always very ready to get there.  I'll have to return to this city another time to discover all of the treasures I left still buried.


Once again in my travels today, I drove through vast expanses of nothingness, what seemed like an ocean of desert as far as the eye could see.  Tonight, the sunset was in my rear view mirror.  At the beginning of my journey, it seemed to be my destination, but now, it is where I have been.


Miles traveled: 283
Hours in the car: 5
Gallons of gas purchased: 11.8

States: New Mexico and Texas

Best Quote: Woman checking me in at the motel: "I know where Vestavia is!  I was in jail there!"

Monday, July 28, 2014

Four Corners

Today, I was able to be in four states at once. No, it's not a magic trick, but rather the only spot in our great country where there are four states that meet at one location: Four Corners. It is here that four squarish states: Arizona, New Mexico, Utah and Colorado meet.

Even from our hotel (which was the closest one around), it took us two hours to get to Four Corners. There is truly nothing near by. I have found lots of nothing on this journey, so much in fact that I no longer feel I can tell people I grew up in the middle of no where. Far from that actually!

I must admit that while I really wanted to see this attraction, I was a bit apprehensive. I feel like many of the attractions in our country that involve the Native Americans are of quite depressing and I'm often overcome with grief so that the attraction becomes less "attractive." That is not what I encountered today! 

After waiting in short line (yeah for our timing!), and posing in multiple ways at the actual meeting of the four states, we looked around at the booths. Out from each corner, there was a row of booths where local artisans would sell their creations of pottery, jewelry, belt buckles, paintings and more. The people were eager to chat, friendly, proud and not at all pushy. If you ever find yourself in this middle of no where, I'd recommend stopping by. Your challenge? Come up with your own unique pose.

We drove on to our next destination, several hours away: Santa Fe. I had heard for years of Santa Fe's beauty, mainly from my parents who loved the artsy mountain town and I was eager to see it. We splurged a bit on the hotel so that we could be in the middle of town and enjoy what the city had to offer without having to get back in the car. 

The city reminds me a bit of New Orleans with narrow streets and two-to-three story buildings with upstairs balconies, a square in the center of town with large old trees and a gazebo where musicians entertain those passing by. A beautiful city, well taken care of with a great southwestern flare.


If your wallets were larger than mine, you could buy fancy cowboy boots and matching hats or unique artwork designed by those lucky enough to call this place home. You could have purchased jewelry adorned with turquoise and pottery still created in ways developed by those who first lived here. We did however find fun things to purchase in little knick-knack stores and jewelry vendors set up on the street.

Now we are off to enjoy a night on the town and hoping to find some delicious foods and perhaps even a good margarita!

Miles traveled: 353
Hours in the car: 6
Gallons of gas purchased: 6

States: Arizona, New Mexico, Utah and Colorado