Loved-One says he hates road trips. His long legs, cramped into a Prius? Not good. My short legs dangling from the high seats of a mini-van? Less than ideal. So how are we ever going to make that Route 66 trip I long for?
Make the trip the vacation. We’re going to Utah! Why? Hey, why not? We’ve never been there before.
I have a new app: RoadTripper. I’m pumped. RoadTripper tells me the journey is 1373 miles, it will take 20 hours 30 minutes and we’ll spend about $236 in gas.
RoadTripper has a lot to learn about us.
I plug in the types of places we like to visit: historical sites, hiking, quirky road stops. I let RoadTripper know that we want to stay pretty close to our route. I pick out some sites estimated to be about 2 hours down the road.
This is going to be fun. Really.
In the meantime, Loved-One consults the old-fashioned way, Atlas, and the almost old-fashioned way, internet, to map out a route and find lodging. He prints everything out and puts it in a manilla folder.
We planned to leave at 11:00 AM, but due to many last-minute tasks, like getting the net on the pond, we ended up leaving at 2 PM. Loved-One and I have a problem. Neither of us like to wait. So while I’m finishing up my task that will take 20 minutes, he starts one that will take 25 minutes. I see he’s still busy, so I start something that will take 15 minutes. He sees I’m busy, so he starts something that will take 10 minutes. Now it’s lunchtime. I fix lunch, while he remembers one more thing that we should pack.
At 2 o’clock one of us backs the Prius out of the garage and sits there while the other one of us remembers one last thing.
What an easy route. Straight down I-80. Drive, get gas. Drive some more.
Unfortunately, we never thought to check the college football schedule. Moms on the Move are everywhere. Loved-One’s latest paranoia. Moms with strollers walking fast and determined, sometimes two abreast with elbows in football blocker position. Iowa’s playing Indiana, holy hamburgers, not a parking place in site. I haven’t seen this much traffic since I tried to park during Chicago’s Taste of Chicago. We get the heck out of there without even getting a picture of the famed hamburger joint. That’s okay, we can always look back and RoadTripper and see what we missed.
Onward to Ankeny. I call ahead for a reservation thanks to Loved-One’s manilla folder of print-outs. We stayed at Hampton Inn at a reasonable price (senior discount.) We eat at a family diner attached to a gas station, right across the street. The host at the Hampton recommended it. Better than we expected.
Oh I love those Hampton Inn crisp sheets and duvet covers. So glad they decided to stop posting signs that they change the sheets after every guest. That gave me the creeps.