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![Oh, I’m in Utah - March 15, 2001
[Ten years ago, I moved from Washington, DC to San Diego, CA. I am re-publishing the things I wrote during that move exactly ten years after they happened. Read the intro here.]
There is literally nothing in Eastern Utah. Seriously. It has large impressive mesas, rock formations and canyons, but doesn’t have gas stations, restaurants, or cell phone towers. And of course, no liquor stores/strip bars/caffeine huts. But we were on our way to my new favorite city, Las Vegas, which is the exact opposite of Utah. When we found a tower we could snuggle up to, we checked in with the military bureaucracy. You see, you’re supposed to call them when you arrive in your new town so they can arrange to have your stuff delivered. Knowing that this always takes a couple of days, we got smart and called when we had a couple of days in Vegas ahead of us - this way, instead of staying in an empty apartment for two days, we’re staying at a fabulous hotel/casino.
Unfortunately, this plan backfired when they said they could have everything to us tomorrow - or in 10 days. Stupid bureaucracy called our bluff. So, we rescheduled our Vegas trip to the weekend (we’d already made a hotel deposit, and I wasn’t going to deny myself that trip anyway), and headed straight to Carlsbad.
Near Barstow, CA, on the outskirts of the Mojave Desert, Jenn made me stop for something to drink. We were only two hours from Carlsbad, and I was anxious to get there, but being the good, whipped husband that I am, I stopped at a little gas station off the freeway. As we got back in the car, I happened to look at the left front tire of the car — and the large, egg-shaped bulge sticking out of the side. Fortunately, the gas station had a garage, our size tire, and a guy willing to come out at 9 PM to put it on. So far, I’d have to say these California people are pretty cool.
Tomorrow, the movers come, and then the day after we get back on the road for the cherry on the top for this trip - our mini-Vegas Vacation.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhyhg4viNZ1qa2bhbo1_500.jpg)
Oh, I’m in Utah - March 15, 2001
[Ten years ago, I moved from Washington, DC to San Diego, CA. I am re-publishing the things I wrote during that move exactly ten years after they happened. Read the intro here.]
There is literally nothing in Eastern Utah. Seriously. It has large impressive mesas, rock formations and canyons, but doesn’t have gas stations, restaurants, or cell phone towers. And of course, no liquor stores/strip bars/caffeine huts. But we were on our way to my new favorite city, Las Vegas, which is the exact opposite of Utah. When we found a tower we could snuggle up to, we checked in with the military bureaucracy. You see, you’re supposed to call them when you arrive in your new town so they can arrange to have your stuff delivered. Knowing that this always takes a couple of days, we got smart and called when we had a couple of days in Vegas ahead of us - this way, instead of staying in an empty apartment for two days, we’re staying at a fabulous hotel/casino.
Unfortunately, this plan backfired when they said they could have everything to us tomorrow - or in 10 days. Stupid bureaucracy called our bluff. So, we rescheduled our Vegas trip to the weekend (we’d already made a hotel deposit, and I wasn’t going to deny myself that trip anyway), and headed straight to Carlsbad.
Near Barstow, CA, on the outskirts of the Mojave Desert, Jenn made me stop for something to drink. We were only two hours from Carlsbad, and I was anxious to get there, but being the good, whipped husband that I am, I stopped at a little gas station off the freeway. As we got back in the car, I happened to look at the left front tire of the car — and the large, egg-shaped bulge sticking out of the side. Fortunately, the gas station had a garage, our size tire, and a guy willing to come out at 9 PM to put it on. So far, I’d have to say these California people are pretty cool.
Tomorrow, the movers come, and then the day after we get back on the road for the cherry on the top for this trip - our mini-Vegas Vacation.
