We made the second part of our trip!
After our first “leg” from Alaska to Seattle, my husband and I took three days to recoup and pack the rest of our belongings before heading to Los Angeles.
{ As a frame of reference, the drive from Anchorage to Los Angeles is 4,000 miles. That’s like driving from Los Angeles to New York, then back to Arkansas! }
The second leg of our trip, {1,500 miles } from Seattle to Los Angeles, was much shorter, but was a bigger {yet slower} production with one car, one truck and a Uhaul trailer.
We stopped the least amount of times as possible, eating only the food we brought with us, and only stopping if it was completely necessary… For example, when the truck over heated from pulling a UHaul trailer for 12 hours in 90+ degree heat, followed by going continuously uphill for about seventy miles through the Angeles National Forest. We deemed that a “necessary" stop. ;)
Each night, I would arrive at my campground in the complete darkness, unsure what my surroundings looked like.
But, the stars shown so brightly, I didn’t want to look away. I slept in my tent with out the rainfly so I could see them until I feel asleep. {Except for the one night there was cell phone service, I watched The Office on my phone until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.}
The stillness of the forest and the bright stars were comforting knowing that ahead was the hustle and bustle of the city.
I drove through all types of terrain -- mountains, forests, tundra, and miles of impressively flat land.
There were also thousands of adorably, fat cows.
{ My love for cows makes little sense considering my closest encounters with them include: (1) my vast love for dairy products, and (2) my childhood stuffed animal "Moo Cow" -- a stuffed cow that was given to me on Easter, presumably because the stores had run out of stuffed bunnies. None the less, I loved that silly cow. Now, I see them like giant puppies. }
After two weeks of driving, my body felt pickled with cheese-its, and packaged food. It wasn’t exactly a leisurely road trip. At some point, you just want to get where you’re going. When we finally made it to our destination all I wanted to eat was "things that tasted like dirt."
We were welcomed into the city in the early morning with a fourth floor storage unit and a disgruntled elevator. It look us nearly 4 hours to get everything in there — in part because of the lovely elevator, and in part because we { Ahem… I } have so much stuff.
Now finally, I am in this city that I’ve been waiting to move to for the last four months! {I admit, that’s not a very long time, but it seems much longer when your moving date is rescheudled forwards and backwards each week. }
It's time to make things happen!
ith Love,
Alecia