Welcome to Illinois. Please give us your money and then leave.
Where does all this "land" stuff come from?I saw it all across the country: Nebraskaland, Chicagoland, etc. People are weird.
Possibly the Mississippi, but I've waited so long to post these I don't remember anymore.
I WAS nowhere.
This is supposedly the biggest rest stop on 80. It was pretty big, but the lines were very long everywhere inside.
I have no clue what this thing is, but not bad for a view from a gas station.
Traffic?! You mean there are other people in Nebraska?!
Nowhere.
Welcome to Nebraska.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Ah, the lovely soft beaches of long island.
The dolphins, empty of ferries for the moment.
Even the air here is dripping wet.
Yup, it was a crowded beach.
Some sort of island. Gradiner's? Plum? Me not know.
The ferries coming in and out.
A light house at Orient point, LI
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
An interesting take on a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence.
Branson holds the shirt he is purchasing, while saying "Wisconsin." This picture says "Wisconsin," in his voice, but I haven't figured out how to make it play anywhere else yet.
Went for Korean dumpings with Leslie and Branson (here they are reminiscing about either RI or Balmer);
Helped Leslie pick out flatware at Macy's on 34 ave (it has cool wooden escalators);
Went shopping with them in Soho, where we discussed the job interview Branson had come to NY to have, and how Land's End wants him to move to Wisconsin. Here is Leslie looking perturbed about something, possible Wisconsin.
That's enough about the trip for tonight. Meanwhile, I've been in NY for a month, and what have I done?
Took surprise photos of Branson (or Billy, whichever makes him make a more awful face);
A very loooooong train.
I don't know what this is but it gave me something to wonder about for a while.
My huge motel room in Evanston. I couldn't believe how big it was.
Day three. Heading out of Evanston.
Moments before I open my backpack to discover my computer refuses to wake up. From here on there are fewer pictures of everything, as I had intended to empty my storage cards every night and couldn't.
Mom, these are the "scattered herds of cattle" I was talking about.
On my way to the motel. I kept having to remember that I was in Evanston WYOMING, not ILLINOIS. I was pretty tired.
I did like western Wyoming. It felt very big and free, unlike the mountains of SLC, which were pretty but really made it a lot of effort to leave SLC>
The road goes ever on and on...
I think it's time to wash the windows again.
Welcome to Wyoming, yee-haw.
It got lumpier.
Ah, meadowy.
And then it flattened out. This is the beinning of western Wyoming.
I think I would get claustrophoic living in one of these houses.
SLC
Hello...hello...hello...hello...
This was a really beutiful place to drive around. Salt Lake City (viewed in passing, at least) is so refreching to the eyes after the bleakness of the beginning of this journey. I really enjoyed it, especially as I didn't find out that my computer was broken until I stopped for my second night.
In interesting ways.
The state lines pretty much make sense. All the states I've been to are different, and you can tell when one state is ending and another beginning. Here is where Utah started to change.
More SLC. These mountinas were very pretty to look at but slowed me down a lot.
Yup. Lots of trains.
Approaching eastern Utah.
I passed a lot of trains on this trip.
Of course I had to see Cheyenne; I went shopping there later that day at Sierra trading post. A great store.
