10,000 km in America
Earlier this month I went on the mother of all road trips. Strating in Indianapolis, I drove south to Memphis, Clarksdale and New Orleans. I then crossed Texas south to north to pick up Route 66 in Amarillo, and followed that to Las Vegas. I finally reached the Pacific in San Francisco, and made the grueling drive back to Indy in three coffee-fueled days.
That’s Indiana, Illinois, Arkansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, California, Nevada again, Utah, Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, and back to Illinois and Indiana.
Twice through the Rocky Mountains, from the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific Ocean, New Orleans to San Francisco. 2°C to 46°C, swamps, deserts, mountains and prairies.
It was an amazing experience driving solo through such a huge and diverse country. I met friendly, weird and sometimes crazy people, got drunk with some of them, or kinda by myself, I listened to a mind-numbing amount of country and ate more fast food than I care to remember.
I came back with precious memories, the same brave Ford I left with, albeit with a new tire, battery and various minor things, a fridge magnet for every state, and 23 rolls of film, which I have just now developed.
I don’t know yet how I’m going to go about sharing the pictures on tumblr, but they’ll be accessible through this link as I post them.