So these are long over-due photos with a long over-due update… but here goes…
Vinny was actually lovable the day we left. And he killed two baby squirrels in less than an hour as a going away present.
No speedometer… we went 0mph the entire way.
Blasted through Western Massachusetts. Let’s make it out of this state!
Connecticut. Making great time in our first day.
Full speed ahead!
I’m sure we could’ve stayed here for free. But we didn’t.
FYI: Jason really likes driving in the rain.
Stopped at the largest truck stop. IOWA 80!
Iowa fields and boxcars.
Best team.
Clearly.
Psyched on pumping gas in Iowa!
Saw a spider eating a moth on the gas pump!
Then I passed the hell out.
We had an awesome set-up.
So many dead bugs on the windshield.
Music was what got us through this trip so easily. It’s your turn to put a new record on.
Stopped in Omaha, Nebraska to go bowling.
A few strings later, back to the van.
Open those windows.
How I started feeling about Nebraska… never-ending Nebraska…
“Got any weenies to roast?” is what he asked us as we watched his van burn to the ground. Rest stop entertainment.
They bought this van for $400 and it burned to the ground in the first few hours they owned it.
Into the mountains.
Colorado rockies.
Perfect place to update the journal.
Wind power!!
Middle-America is a strange place.
Party hat… full of goodies.
Epic clouds.
Creepy Motel.
Salt Lake Shitty, Utah.
Driving through the Salt Flats.
Day three. Desert life.
The van. The myth. The legend. Clifford.
All our musical devices were dead… and around here the only radio stations that came in at all were Christian stations. Jesus Lives. Fuck Nevada.
Knowing California was just beyond these seemingly endless mountains was so crazy.
Massachusetts to California. 3146 Miles. 3 amazing days.
