I didn’t even manage to spend a night in South Dakota because I was having such an amazing day of driving that I just didn’t feel the need to stop. Some days on this trip have been a real ordeal and I can barely get through 2-hours of driving before I want to curl up in a motel room with cable TV. Others are so enjoyable that I have to force myself to stop for the night and this was one of them.
I first got interested in visiting North Dakota after passing over it many times on Virgin Atlantic flights between London and the West Coast. It was always a few hours before landing, about the time they serve a snack and you wake up from a fairly pathetic attempt at sleep to find ways to pass the time. I’d often look at the flight map and then out the window to see what appeared to be a fairly barren landscape below. I could never make out towns and saw very few roads so I often wondered what it was like down there, thus how this region ended up on my bucket list.
I’ve never been much of a lake person. Even those beautiful lakes in New Zealand that are surrounded by huge mountains perfectly reflected on the surface feel a little ominous to me. I much prefer a wild beach or a river where there is something to see like waves, rapids or weather drastically switching things up. But most of the lakes I’ve experienced just seem to sit around not doing much with the most excitement being a duck paddling by. That definitely cannot be said of The Great Lakes. They might not be the prettiest lakes in the world but they are incredibly huge, seem more like open seas than landlocked bodies of water and are even capable of creating their very own weather systems.
I’ve been told many times over the years that when you have kids you stop listening to any music that isn’t The Wiggles or a Disney song. Apparently you are either too dog-tired to bother or you are so enamoured with childrearing that frivolous things like music just aren’t interesting anymore. This thought always makes me very depressed.
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I woke up in a very nasty motel room with a growing sense of panic. Funnily enough that wasn’t because a crazy person in the room next door had spent the best part of the night trashing her room whilst screaming at either her boyfriend or her pimp on the phone. Continue reading “American Road Trip: New England”
Driving through this incredibly picturesque and historic region of the US was exactly what I needed to unwind after the Memorial Weekend madness on the Atlantic Coast. Continue reading “American Road Trip: The Piedmont, Gettysburg & Amish Country”
Between a snake, a biker meet, a tropical storm and Memorial Weekend traffic, my trip through North Carolina definitely wasn’t easy but proved to be an adventure nonetheless. Continue reading “American Road Trip: North Carolina”