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Ready to Drive

I’m dying to go on an adventure.  To get in the car and drive for hours.  To put the windows down and blare the music in the crisp fall air.  I’m ready to move it move it move it.

This is my season, when the world is most beautiful and most tolerable.  I like the way the sky is bluer and the roads are smoother, the way the sun comes down quickly and how good warm drinks taste.

I found this article about the Top 10 Most Beautiful Drives in the United States.   Having clicked through them all repeatedly (yeah, it’s a slideshow, but so worth it!), I am desperately longing to go.  I emailed Mike and Jenny and told them that this needed to happen.

It’s always been a dream of mine to drive from Maine to the Southern tip of California, up the coast to Washington, and then to the Southeast corner of Florida–to just make a big ole X in the United States and to hit as many places as possible.  But if I could only pick 10 places where I’d want to drive, they would be (in no particular order):

  • Montana – I would drive all OVER that state.
  • Hawaii – Because really, how long would it take?
  • Vermont – In the Fall, of course.
  • Kansas – Prairie after prairie after prairie.
  • Alaska – Maybe I should have someone else drive me there…
  • Colorado – So I could stop and pick up Jenny.
  • South Dakota – I know it sounds boring, but damnit I’d love it.
  • Nevada – Rocks!
  • Virginia – Springtime, all the flowers.
  • Tennessee – Rolling green hills.  That state gives me the chills.  (I honest to God did not meant to rhyme that.)

Someone come pick me up and let’s just drive.


Posted by on September 27, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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What I Love About Fremont: Going Home

There’s something lovely about driving home to Fremont.  I used to take the Turnpike, but lately I’ve been taking 303.  The yellow and green fields, the deer on the edge of the woods and the low-lying areas, and the smell of cow manure permeating the air–it’s a place I know.

303 is a smoother transition into Fremont.  The way the land just gets flatter and flatter, until I am flying down Route 20 through Monroeville, Bellevue, and Clyde.  Past the Whirlpool plant where I spent six summers and numerous breaks building the back panels of washing machines.  Where I made friends that I still talk to, that still keep an eye on me.  On Woodland Avenue, I veer off onto country roads, flying at 70 miles an hour, hugging the curves of the roads that I know like the curve of my waist into my hip.

Past the houses, past the people, past the cars I know.  And feeling the key in the lock and the screen pressed against my shoulder as I shift my bag from one arm to another.  My mother pulls me into her arms, my father yells, “Hoot!” from somewhere in the house, and my brother waves lazily from the couch.


I’m going home tomorrow.  I cannot wait to run my 6-mile country block.  I cannot wait to go to the Depot or the Croghan Street Yacht Club and throw back a couple beers.  I cannot wait to lie by the pool.  I cannot wait to do my laundry.  I cannot wait to see my cousins at Heather’s baby shower.  I hope, too, that some of you will want to go to the Sacred Heart Festival, and that we’ll have a good ole time.  Get a hold of me if you’d like to go!  The Menus and the CoCoBeanOs are playing!

The Menus

The CoCoBeanOs

Mike will be in PA this weekend, so I’ll be flying solo.  Give a girl a friend?  Thanks!

Have an awesome day, ya’ll!



Posted by on July 14, 2011 in Daily Happenings, Fremont


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