Best Roadtrip Ever
I still remember the time schedule, though it was nearly a year ago. Pick Matt up at the Salt Lake airport at 9:45 a.m. Arrive at storage unit in Stansbury Park and leave by 11 a.m. Arrive at the apartment in downtown Salt Lake by 11:45. Load the truck and be on the road, driving away in a moving truck with the Corrolla in tow and the SUV riding in front or behind by 2 p.m. Duke, saying goodbye to Utah's powder outside Park City. Monday's post about roadtripping to Tennessee got me thinking about the Best Roadtrip Ever. I could tell roadtripping stories all week, but we know how that kind of storytelling turns out. What made it the Best Ever wasn't the planning, though the move was mentally rehearsed ad nauseum. TW was working her final day at The Apple while I loaded up the moving truck. She would fly to Minneapolis and spend the night with her mother at an airport hotel, then fly to Boston the next day. TW and TMIL would look for housing in Maine while I drove across the ...