Total Trip Length: 2425 miles
Left the bay in the same way we found it 2 years ago;
enveloped in cotton cloud of morning fog. Winding down Grizzly Peak’s curves, redwoods
and eucalyptus trees emerge from the fog like a rusted old memory. The gloom is
repressive as we tear our hearts away from what has become our home. In 6 years
of marriage, this was the longest time we had spent in a single location and
its easy to see why. The bay area immediately captures you with its otherworldly
beauty but then charms its way into your life through its quirks, cuisine and
culture.
By 9:30am the fog has been burned off in the central valley
and misty shortsightedness has been replaced by infinite farmlands, Priuses by
trucks, john muir by john deere, locally owned by a string of chains. Somewhere
after Bakersfield I notice that our normally fuel efficient Honda is indicating
that the uhaul has greedily consumed what fuel we had. We need to find a gas
station and we need to find it fast. I take the nearest exit and put my trust
in the hands of Garmin….not a good idea. No more than a mile down the road and
our paved road transforms into a bumpy off-road trail weaving through California
farm fields. I tell Kristi that given our current predicament its probably a
good idea to turn off the AC and roll down the windows. Fast forward 20 seconds.
Clouds of white dust are billowing through our car and we are coughing, weezing
and waving arms frantically… fast forward 20 seconds…. Windows up, AC on…The
orange light from the gas indicator is burning a hole through my skull like an
all seeing eye; constantly mocking me for my decision making skills. I weigh
the pros and cons of unhitching the trailer and making a run for the gas
station (risking never to find it again) or risking to find a gas station. Our
car jerks and lunges but I cant figure out whether it is from a lack of gas or
due to the bumpy road….in the distance rising like a mirage out of the horizon
heat appears a texaco sign. Somewhere in the distance I think I hear a chorus
of angels singing hallelujah…hallelujah indeed. .25 gallons left…yes that is point 25 gallons
Rolling towards Baker, tumble weeds bounce across the road and dust devils dance feverishly in the flats. Skeletons of abandoned stores, homes and lives dot the roadside.
Overnight in Tucumcari, NM. Next day an epic haul all the way home. 19 hours, a red bull and a 5 hour energy later we pull into our destination.
