It’s a long way up from the bottom- and a lot colder. The temperature has plummited from 99 to 59 and we definately haven’t developed our winter coats to handle that = these 2 hipster-tripsters are filing for a spontaneous early retirement to the coast, maybe liven up the elderly community a bit? Oh but what a long strange trip it’s been- were like cavemen now and tell the time only from the sun who rises exceptionally refreshed this morning. She cleans up nice after a night of peace- we don’t. Were just as bright, beaming, and colorful yet not quite as hot (physically and temperatly). It’s telling that the best sunrise of the week surrounds home- it’s beams flatter the corn stalks and rolling terrain in a most spectacular fashion. As we sport a gritty layer of southern salt and sand, we bask under a midwestern sky. Granola and cotton candy clouds are on today’s breakfest menu, and I’ll take 2 servings. -actively persue being outside more, love hippiefest 2010
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oh home, were comin home…the last of our 8 spectacular sunsets advances towards the horizon with a blazing fury that fires our spirits into the night. Heading north, Georiga shows us a different side- there’s more to this place than pecans and peaches; porn is apparently another popular pastime for these folks. Within the first fourth of the drive we’ve seen 39 naughty billboards! More adds for porn than Waffle Houses?! They should just combine both enterprises to save billboard space and enhance the benefits of both places- sexier waffles anyone? But Georiga is a fickle place- the monsoonlike downpour pushed the limits of our mobility but we were soon rewarded with an aweinspiring rainbow. With honey roasted pecans and a plethora of musical indulgences, we put the rest of the road to shame. Treadin’, trottin’ trails for a long, long time- love me and Julio
A lexicon to describe the last two days of exploration does not yet exist; a magical, explosive, sweaty, euphoric, imcomporable, animalistic rush left us on the verge of reality as we conquered the wonders of Disney and Daytona in under 48 hours. As we reach the finale of our 4 star vacation, we find ourselves residing in a 0 star motel- but even through the stinging blurr of smoke, crunchy bedsheets, and moldy carpets, we party on and prepare to leave the panhandle with swagga. Our Midwestern identities were a distant memory brought back abruptly through the simple purchase of a corn cob pipe. We will fatefuly answer the call of our roots tomorrow when we take back to the road for one last excursion. Expect traffic Wednesday morning as our celebratory welcome home parade is bound to cause some backups on the bridge. To our Friends, family, and faithful bloggers- you were greatly missed and we look forward to a rendezvous soon. As for you, Village Inn- it will take time and heavy medication before we can return to you without longing for a different all day eatery; the sticky-sweet Wonderment of the Waffle House has severly altered the meaning of life itself. Make new friends but keep the old, right? Stay tuned for more adventure and organize a search party if Thursday comes without us- love your favorite southern bells
A picture of a picture we took today at the beach But before we share Saturday, lets catch up. Sunshine on Friday + a kettle n’ coke + impecible leftovers = a great night of sleep and a slighty tight head. This morning began with a trip to King Arthers- the poor mans Disney world- where Chelsea was queen of the put put course, Court pulled a high score on the muscle-hammer game, and we both killed it in DDR. After making an appearance at the beach, we met up with Otis and went swimming in the pool in the rain in the birthday suits And even after all of that, the night will not dissappoint- Otis is treating us to an evening of dinner and Toy Story 3! yummmmmmmmm We are early risers tomorrow as we venture to Disney for many a magical exprience- so looking forward to catching up with Micky and the rest of the gang. dreamcatchers and dolphins, love the luckiest kids in America
Naples welcomed our exhausted selves with a beautiful sunset , a fresh shower, and a glass of wine last night. With an unexpected second wind we stayed up talking for hours and finally rested our eyes after a total of 42 hours of no sleep! The beautiful landscape never ceases to amaze us and for that, we have given back to the earth by leaving our mark along our trip.. gorilla farming is sure to catch on. Basking in the sun with a couple of cold coronas by our side has only been the beginning of our day. Tonight we will venture downtown to the beach for yet another breathtaking sunset and a little stroll along the ocean. Ottis, our trusty old friend, will be along for this ride. Only one can imagine the magical evening that is about to leave a lasting mark in our memories.
Love from the the sunshine girls and state,
CJ & CK
Everything about Florida is fiercly intense- the heat, the traffic, the palms, the bliss. Although we should appear a tattered, ragged mess of caffine withdrawl and saggy faces, our private powder room in the Shell station left is with clean teeth and fresh energy ! Unbelievably impressive: we met the face behind the Goofy character within an hour of reaching Orlando- coincidence? no- I call it proof of a higher power. As we devour the last bit of yellow brick road, Naples, our Emerald City, is just out of reach. Our brains are exhausted but our heart and courage push us toward the much deserved margaritas and sunset that wait for us there. Delta Spirit maintains our sanity- love the biatches who just covered 1,418 miles (eat it b-town )
Salut to the yummy Georgia mornin’ - pecans and peaches for breakfast anyone? The other option would be one of the 29 Waffle Houses we’ve encountered this far; the comfort of our familiar Village Inn has been lost to time. Sweet CJ is officially the road warrior of this confederate land: 15 hours and she’s still goin strong?! I’ve served as a decent navigator with a record of only three detours over the 1,059 miles- pretty good stats, eh? There is no longer a specified genre of music; all is welcome and loudly belted . The corn is continouly rampant, but rest assured, the palm trees will overpower soon enough! -sunset, sunrise; we’ve seen it all- love penny and me
One state down, 3 to go- the sun sets directly in the west as we conquer the south. Believe it or not, the corn continues, it’s just a bit more mature. Music genre: angry lesbian rock (alanis morissette ). The man in the moon watches over us as Mr. Sun says goodnight. Drive-by makeovers of nail painting, red lipstick, and road head(hair braiding) have kept us busy and beautiful. Not positive what time zone were in anymore, but time has no meaning on the open road anyhow, right? It often smells of livestock and warm air - mmmmm. -sleep tight iowans, coo coo ka chu.
40 miles down, 1340 left to go. the American Spirits and Redband Coffees are ample and equally delicious. music of choice: the beatles. mapquest has quested a 1 day, 0 hour adventure ahead of us PURE EUPHORIA. beats class, eh? (sorry k-red )?! -sending love from the road, kronson
