Greetings from Monticello, Utah, where I am spending the night after logging 500 miles on Day 1 of my USA Road Trip.
The "road trip" is deeply ingrained in the American psyche and my first day fit all the stereotypes: beautiful open highway surrounded (in Utah at least) by red, majestic canyons; trucks dominating the roads; side-of-the-road burger joints; and "We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey blasting from the speakers.
Without even knowing it, on day one I seemed to have ticked off a number of essential road trip experiences: piss on the side of a lonely highway, accidentally look a trucker in the eye in a local diner and fear for my life — those haunted, tired eyes somehow spit fear, and miss a turnoff and therefore wait 20 miles until the next exit.
Throughout my trip I reserve the right, as always, to make broadsweeping generalizations about entire pockets of America based on small details such as the local cafe’s menu.
I’ll be on the road — or on a plane — for the next 45 days before returning to San Francisco in May.
See you on the highway!