A couple weeks ago I embarked on a journey that took me half way across the United States by car. My sister was lucky enough to snag an A & R internship in Los Angeles, California and we live towards the East side of Nebraska, so we had to drive over 1,554 miles in about a 3 day time span. You may be asking yourself “Why wouldn’t you just fly, and take the metro while your there?”, we asked that to, but my sisters internship highly recommended that she have a car to get around since most people travel by car and it can be a long walk from the metro.
On our way to Los Angeles we traveled through 5 different states to make it to our destination. We traveled through Nebraska, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, Arizona, and California. I’ve only driven in a few different states before so some of these places were incredibly new terrain to drive on and it was terrifying. We convinced our Dad to come with us to Grand Junction, CO, because we had heard reports that the weather was going to be bad in both Nebraska and Colorado. Boy, were we glad that he did come with us because the West side of Nebraska had quite a bit of rain (this has been year of the flooding for Nebraska) and Colorado was in a blizzard warning in the middle of May…THE MIDDLE OF MAY! Yeah, I don’t understand either. Plus, I wanted to see my Dad drive through the death defying corner drops and supposed nonexistent speed limit in Colorado before I took the dangerous driving plunge.
Utah was a stark difference from Colorado. Where we tightly gripping the steering wheel and shaking internally with fear (I was also shaking externally…and not from the cold) in Colorado we were doing everything we could to stay awake in Utah. Driving through Utah was exceptionally boring, for the most part. Utah, for those that don’t know, was a lot of flat barren dessert with weed bushes begging for water throughout and you would only see a car on your side once every 10 minutes if you were lucky. For anyone complaining that the drive through Nebraska is boring, well you must not have driven through that particular part of Utah. The music and air conditioning had to be cranked up on full blast to keep both of us awake. It wasn’t Snoozeville all the way through. The intimidating tan rocky mountains starting popping up towards then end of Utah and I got to experience the Colorado driving my Dad experienced minus the snow.
There wasn’t much difference, driving wise, between Utah and Nevada and Arizona. They all had rocky mountains with sharp turns. Something that shocked me was the speed limit. I had always though Nebraska had one of the highest speed limits on the interstate at 75 mph, but in Utah and Nevada speed limits reached 80 mph. Although they had an 80 mph speed limit in Nevada and Arizona, no one paid attention to them going down hill. This was most likely because you’d go down the steep hills and end up driving over the speed limit without ever having your foot on the gas. Skyler and I stopped at Vegas to get some sleep because neither of us had experienced Vegas before. We both agreed that it wasn’t “our cup of tea.” Too many crazy people take the saying “What happen’s in Vegas, stays in Vegas” seriously. They have no problem letting their freak flag fly. They’ll walked around topless and bottomless without a care. Gambling was also not our scene as we couldn’t bare to part with our money. The grand total of our gambling adventure came to a whopping four dollars.
“Speed limit? What speed limit?” is how I’d describe Los Angeles driving . In L.A. you’re either driving 15 mph over the speed limit or nearly at a complete stop due to traffic congestion. The cops don’t even care that you’re speeding, because there is no possible way that they could stop everyone that is speeding. In fact, I barely saw any cops at all and the ones I did see were helping with accidents that occurred on the freeway.
Note: I will be posting more on Los Angeles soon!