Last night, we furiously packed or rather stuffed the Saabaru beyond what we thought was possible. I admit I got a bit obsessive. It looks as if it is just about to pop! In fact every time you open the rear doors, it does. I discovered this in a random parking lot when a bag of my undies spilled out in front of a bunch of bikers. Yeah!Having been generously hosted by Brenna and Devon, we woke up 
early Friday morning in 
Albany to Jay's girlfriend Sadie (of the canine variety). After some doggie nuzzling, Brenna's yummy homemade plum/vanilla jam, and several deep breaths we piled into our little chariot and headed out. I can't believe we are actually doing this!
Through Albany, Sacramento, and our first stop, Reno the land of nickel slots and 99 cent buffets. We did a few loops, looking for a San Francisco style lunch spot. Small problem, we're in RENO! We settled for pre-made sandwiches from Albertson's grocery story. They were appropriately Reno with their white Velveeta cheese squares that taste nothing like cheese, but rather a sweetish mushy substance. We ate them under the beating afternoon sun on the curbside of the parking lot allowing for prime
people-watching. Good people watching, wine box purchases, Tammy-Faye Baker makeup, and more. We took one last circle around the city to catch a picture of the National Bowling Stadium. They take their bowling seriously. Can you imagine the interior decor? It's gotta be good!
early Friday morning in 
Albany to Jay's girlfriend Sadie (of the canine variety). After some doggie nuzzling, Brenna's yummy homemade plum/vanilla jam, and several deep breaths we piled into our little chariot and headed out. I can't believe we are actually doing this!
Through Albany, Sacramento, and our first stop, Reno the land of nickel slots and 99 cent buffets. We did a few loops, looking for a San Francisco style lunch spot. Small problem, we're in RENO! We settled for pre-made sandwiches from Albertson's grocery story. They were appropriately Reno with their white Velveeta cheese squares that taste nothing like cheese, but rather a sweetish mushy substance. We ate them under the beating afternoon sun on the curbside of the parking lot allowing for prime
people-watching. Good people watching, wine box purchases, Tammy-Faye Baker makeup, and more. We took one last circle around the city to catch a picture of the National Bowling Stadium. They take their bowling seriously. Can you imagine the interior decor? It's gotta be good!
We left Reno and headed into Nevada. Miles and miles and miles of uninhabited fields. Does everyone in Nevada live in Vegas? We found some signs of life in Elko, the home of cowboy poetry, or at least that's what their water tower claimed. We stopped for a pick-me-up. The only coffee shop we could find was a Starbucks in the Red Lion casino, which also houses the local paycheck cashing establishment, doesn't strike me as a good combination.
While I awaited the arrival of our chai lattes Jay snuck away to try his hand at the blackjack table. He won 40 bucks! Woo hoo free tank of gas! Back to the car and across the street for a chicken fix at Burger King. The craving for bad chicken strips and sweet sauce didn't waiver despite the fact that every time Jay opened his window to order he was nailed in the face by their curiously aimed sprinklers.
What came next, was a true rookie move, but at least we are still around to laugh about it. We (really meaning Jay, sorry babe) miscalculated how far we could get on the amount of gas we had between Winemucca and Wendover. The dreaded orange light snuck onto the dash a bit sooner than anticipated. As the miles passed by with no gas station in sight our anxiety level began to rise. Jay tried to hide his fear that we might soon find ourselves stranded on the side of the road in nowhere, NV. But each time I looked over at him his eyes got a bit bigger and he gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter until he was visibly white knuckling it! We started to see signs announcing the soon arrival of our oasis, Wendover. About 2 miles outside of town, Jay decided that the only way we were going to make it, was to pop the car into neutral and coast down the hill into the Chevron station. We literally made it on fumes, if that. I think I held my breath for the last 5-10 minutes. Once we pulled in, I jumped out of the car and called Jay an *&$@%^&! He promised to never pulled a stunt like that again. Don't worry we soon kissed and made up.
With that behind us our next state to conquer was Utah. Through the salt flats as far as the eye could see we made it to Salt Lake City just as the sun came down. We agreed on Park City as our destination for the day. We found and booked a spot to lay our heads down, but dinner was still a question. Being a rather conservative 
state, everything seems to close before 10pm. After several phone calls we established that there was exactly one place in town that served food until 10:30. We arrived at 10:21. The only catch was that we had to eat in the nightclub downstairs. This is where our ears were literally assaulted with really, really bad renditions of Barry 
White and Aretha Franklin songs sung by a tone deaf woman in a too-tight silver dress and a ponytail clad man. The locals seemed to be really into it though. Different strokes for different folks. At least the pizza was good. We escaped as soon as the last piece was consumed and made a b-line for bed. Good night . . . . . .
What came next, was a true rookie move, but at least we are still around to laugh about it. We (really meaning Jay, sorry babe) miscalculated how far we could get on the amount of gas we had between Winemucca and Wendover. The dreaded orange light snuck onto the dash a bit sooner than anticipated. As the miles passed by with no gas station in sight our anxiety level began to rise. Jay tried to hide his fear that we might soon find ourselves stranded on the side of the road in nowhere, NV. But each time I looked over at him his eyes got a bit bigger and he gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter until he was visibly white knuckling it! We started to see signs announcing the soon arrival of our oasis, Wendover. About 2 miles outside of town, Jay decided that the only way we were going to make it, was to pop the car into neutral and coast down the hill into the Chevron station. We literally made it on fumes, if that. I think I held my breath for the last 5-10 minutes. Once we pulled in, I jumped out of the car and called Jay an *&$@%^&! He promised to never pulled a stunt like that again. Don't worry we soon kissed and made up.
With that behind us our next state to conquer was Utah. Through the salt flats as far as the eye could see we made it to Salt Lake City just as the sun came down. We agreed on Park City as our destination for the day. We found and booked a spot to lay our heads down, but dinner was still a question. Being a rather conservative 
state, everything seems to close before 10pm. After several phone calls we established that there was exactly one place in town that served food until 10:30. We arrived at 10:21. The only catch was that we had to eat in the nightclub downstairs. This is where our ears were literally assaulted with really, really bad renditions of Barry 
White and Aretha Franklin songs sung by a tone deaf woman in a too-tight silver dress and a ponytail clad man. The locals seemed to be really into it though. Different strokes for different folks. At least the pizza was good. We escaped as soon as the last piece was consumed and made a b-line for bed. Good night . . . . . .
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