I decided to drive Route 66 the night my kneecap popped off in the bathroom of the lodge at Camp Wesley Woods. Driving home in the wee hours after a trip to the emergency room, staying awake by rolling the windows down to let in the brisk October air, the delirium of the pain, the oldies on the radio...that's when I officially announced, "I'm going to drive Route 66." I am lucky to have three wonderful, adventurous, history geek friends who are ready to hit the road with me.
Will you guys laugh at me if I bring along Grapes of Wrath and read relevant sections of it while we're on the road? I mean, it's cool, right? To read what Steinbeck wrote about those places as we're driving them? I'm not lame, right? Right???
posted by Sara @ 4:00 PM
I decided to drive Route 66 the night my kneecap popped off in the bathroom of the lodge at Camp Wesley Woods. Driving home in the wee hours after a trip to the emergency room, staying awake by rolling the windows down to let in the brisk October air, the delirium of the pain, the oldies on the radio...that's when I officially announced, "I'm going to drive Route 66." I am lucky to have three wonderful, adventurous, history geek friends who are ready to hit the road with me.
2 Comments:
No, that's not lame at all! We need historical and literature context of our travels, and what's better than Grapes of Wrath?
I feel rather low-class for packing such books as John Grisham and David Baldacci. Plus the mindless books on CDs I'm bringing. We'll let Sara be the lofty intellectual one. :)
I promise, no one on this trip has to breastfeed Okies. :-P
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