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Travels and troubles.
12 years ago
It has been a few days since my last recount of the journey i have embarked upon but i have a moment to retell what i have been through. Seems like such a long time but really it's been rather short all things considered.
As my sister and i departed from Washington we sett our course south. The name of the town we landed upon eludes me for the time being but this might be due to the sleep deprivation i experienced there.
We spent the rest of the afternoon trying to search for a car that wold serve as our mode of transportation in a attempt to make out journey across the historic route 66 a reality, sadly though the cars we sought out where hard to purchase due to non show's of the owners.
Forced to stay the night in the city we attempted to spend the night at a diner where we would take shifts in staying awake in a booth at the far corner but the layout of the diner would not let us do so and we where forced to stay in a spot where the serves where observing us simply as they passed. Even a attempt to sleep in a position that was lacking in comfort made a waitress tap me upon the knee to keep me awake as it was not a motel to check in.
With no sleep we continued the next day in a odd mood where we flowed between giddy and irate. After a failed attempt to buy a car we though was suited for us we finally purchased a car we found after my sister gave her blessing upon it. It was a car that had seen better days both inside and out as the previous owner had lacked to care for it in any way but at a price of 1000$ it as one that we purchased as the engine was sound, a choice we would later regret.
We left the same afternoon for North Carolina and after a quick check at a motel we arrived the next day to see our aunt and grandmother which raised our spirits after years since our last meeting. The next half week was spent with our aunt, seeing the local town and preparing for the next stage of the journey. The car was a horror to sit in and made our skin crawl just by staying inside it so when our hands started to clean the interior the car soon started to become something close to it's old self. When done it was still a car that most might pass but it was finally a car my sister and i could travel in.
Departing on the 14th we sett our course for Chicago, my day of birth was arriving and i wished for a celebration fitting it's seedy history when i reached 26 of age. Travel around the city was a journey into old streets and new, a tour on sites where the old families of crime made their home and a meal fitting a head of the family.
Once my day had passed our plan of traveling the route 66 commenced and we sett off to the long horizon that called our names, calling from the glimmering shores of California. The next two days where spent in the car where i would Navigate us through the old route while my sister took the wheel and we sought out the spots of interest.
While many where a joy one spot stood out, not because of the history or it's location but because of the man that stood watch over it. In a old Texaco station used long ago to refill gas for weary drivers stood a man named Gary, holding a smile and disposition that warmed the hearts of those that passed on by. We stood and talked for a while about the route, the travels upon it and also over where my sister and i had come from. Eventually i learned that Gary had once been blind for many years, having lost his sight gradually until it was gone and his world was darkness.
He had learned to survive in this new state of life and worked well for years until one event changed it all again. Waking up on morning his sight had returned to his left eye all of a sudden one morning which gave him a fright. His body had repaired the nerves that had once burned out and it gave the doctors a chance to heal the other eye aswell, now he could read small letter at a distance with the eyes of a young man which had troubles reading myself at the same range even though my eyes are still strong.
Gary was only in his 8th week of having regained his eyesight and now wished to travel to Sweden wich is the land of his heritage. If anyone reading this meet's Gary, either on 66 or outside it then let him know a couple norse travelers remember him.
After a few nights in the car though we woke on morning to find that our car had sadly recived a flat tire after a small bump to a curb the previous day and now we had to replace it. Since our night was spent close to a garrage that could change our tire the worst we went through was a cut into our budget that we could live through. Though the day brought more fun adventures a engine light in the afternoon brought the car to a different garrage later in the day as a thunderstorm surrounded the area with lightning and made it almost impossible to take the car to service.
This is where we found out the car was worse off then we thought it was. It had been worked on before by a less skilled mechanic and some parts failing while other's where a miracle found a way to function. Our mechanic gave us a estimation on what the price would be to fix it and after a moment of hesitation where return to my sweet land of mountains and fjords called i took my sister's advice and we went for the repairs. With a smile out mechanic helped us settle into a hotel for the night where i now sit and write for those that wish to read this journal i have made.
So far this trip has not even reached Saint Louis and our troubles are heaping up. We will see if we can reach the shores of California with the car but so far it's not easy. As my sister said this day, never again shall we purchase a car without letting a mechanic inspect it first.
I will let you know should i have more news from this trip. If there is something you think we should see past Springfield which is where we are now then let me know and we will see if the journey can be made.
Your traveling 66'r
Huz
As my sister and i departed from Washington we sett our course south. The name of the town we landed upon eludes me for the time being but this might be due to the sleep deprivation i experienced there.
We spent the rest of the afternoon trying to search for a car that wold serve as our mode of transportation in a attempt to make out journey across the historic route 66 a reality, sadly though the cars we sought out where hard to purchase due to non show's of the owners.
Forced to stay the night in the city we attempted to spend the night at a diner where we would take shifts in staying awake in a booth at the far corner but the layout of the diner would not let us do so and we where forced to stay in a spot where the serves where observing us simply as they passed. Even a attempt to sleep in a position that was lacking in comfort made a waitress tap me upon the knee to keep me awake as it was not a motel to check in.
With no sleep we continued the next day in a odd mood where we flowed between giddy and irate. After a failed attempt to buy a car we though was suited for us we finally purchased a car we found after my sister gave her blessing upon it. It was a car that had seen better days both inside and out as the previous owner had lacked to care for it in any way but at a price of 1000$ it as one that we purchased as the engine was sound, a choice we would later regret.
We left the same afternoon for North Carolina and after a quick check at a motel we arrived the next day to see our aunt and grandmother which raised our spirits after years since our last meeting. The next half week was spent with our aunt, seeing the local town and preparing for the next stage of the journey. The car was a horror to sit in and made our skin crawl just by staying inside it so when our hands started to clean the interior the car soon started to become something close to it's old self. When done it was still a car that most might pass but it was finally a car my sister and i could travel in.
Departing on the 14th we sett our course for Chicago, my day of birth was arriving and i wished for a celebration fitting it's seedy history when i reached 26 of age. Travel around the city was a journey into old streets and new, a tour on sites where the old families of crime made their home and a meal fitting a head of the family.
Once my day had passed our plan of traveling the route 66 commenced and we sett off to the long horizon that called our names, calling from the glimmering shores of California. The next two days where spent in the car where i would Navigate us through the old route while my sister took the wheel and we sought out the spots of interest.
While many where a joy one spot stood out, not because of the history or it's location but because of the man that stood watch over it. In a old Texaco station used long ago to refill gas for weary drivers stood a man named Gary, holding a smile and disposition that warmed the hearts of those that passed on by. We stood and talked for a while about the route, the travels upon it and also over where my sister and i had come from. Eventually i learned that Gary had once been blind for many years, having lost his sight gradually until it was gone and his world was darkness.
He had learned to survive in this new state of life and worked well for years until one event changed it all again. Waking up on morning his sight had returned to his left eye all of a sudden one morning which gave him a fright. His body had repaired the nerves that had once burned out and it gave the doctors a chance to heal the other eye aswell, now he could read small letter at a distance with the eyes of a young man which had troubles reading myself at the same range even though my eyes are still strong.
Gary was only in his 8th week of having regained his eyesight and now wished to travel to Sweden wich is the land of his heritage. If anyone reading this meet's Gary, either on 66 or outside it then let him know a couple norse travelers remember him.
After a few nights in the car though we woke on morning to find that our car had sadly recived a flat tire after a small bump to a curb the previous day and now we had to replace it. Since our night was spent close to a garrage that could change our tire the worst we went through was a cut into our budget that we could live through. Though the day brought more fun adventures a engine light in the afternoon brought the car to a different garrage later in the day as a thunderstorm surrounded the area with lightning and made it almost impossible to take the car to service.
This is where we found out the car was worse off then we thought it was. It had been worked on before by a less skilled mechanic and some parts failing while other's where a miracle found a way to function. Our mechanic gave us a estimation on what the price would be to fix it and after a moment of hesitation where return to my sweet land of mountains and fjords called i took my sister's advice and we went for the repairs. With a smile out mechanic helped us settle into a hotel for the night where i now sit and write for those that wish to read this journal i have made.
So far this trip has not even reached Saint Louis and our troubles are heaping up. We will see if we can reach the shores of California with the car but so far it's not easy. As my sister said this day, never again shall we purchase a car without letting a mechanic inspect it first.
I will let you know should i have more news from this trip. If there is something you think we should see past Springfield which is where we are now then let me know and we will see if the journey can be made.
Your traveling 66'r
Huz
