Stacerzzzzz: Domestic travel is still travel

I love writing.

Making myself sit down, focus and reflect though… not one of my strong suits.

For this reason, here is a bite sized amount of my stories and photos… more will come later.

This blog started as a travel blog, and so that is where I will begin.

For the trek across the country I did something unusual. I had a sidekick AKA the most beautiful, glowing, sun-goddess ever AKA Briauna Azer.

For some reason that I am not sure of, we decided to take the northern route across the continent. WA>ID>MT>WY>SD>IA>NB>MO>KY>TN>GA. That is all good and dandy, however the beauty of plans is that things come up and they change. (PRO TIP: Don’t over plan road trips. You’ll be miserable when things don’t pan out, you’ll waste money and it makes it annoying for other people and yourself when you inevitable have to change things).

Day 1 (WA>ID>MT):

WAHooooo! Open road! Visiting childhood best friend! 3pm: Man on the highway is frantically waving at me. (I think, “wow! What a friendly man!”) Reality: I have a flat tire. B and I need gas anyways, so we get off of the highway and sure enough—we have a flat. Being strong, grown-ass, independent women, we do as the Romans did and changed our tire. Being ladies, lots of creepy old men wanted to help--much to our dismay. Miles, or as his bike would like to tell you, “Smilez” (Get it?) wanted to “Stupervise.” HA. Well, we got the donut on and then as per Smilez suggestion, we back tracked 10 miles to the small town of St. Regis, Montana for a patch going a rowdy 50mpg. WOOO. We end up mildly lost—AND guess who shows up again? Smilez, of course! Ugh. We follow him (making another wrong turn since he was waving [what we saw as pointing] at the 6 whole townspeople in existence). We finally made it to the shop and had to wait around for a bit since they were rescuing a logging truck. Podunk.

..1 hour later…

The patch is finished, and I pay a whopping $12.50. Off we go!... for 5 miles until the patch failed and the tire blew out! Seriously?! Thankfully, I had the shop’s number and they were AAA which means they could come out and put that pesky donut back on. So at this point, I needed a new tire which was 48 miles away in Missoula, but it was a little after 5pm and the shop closed at 6pm. No problem if you had normal tires, but on a donut? Well, instead of going 40 or less, I took that baby up to 60mph and we made is to Les Schwab by 6:07. I was blessed with the opportunity to buy four new tires. Happy day one.

Day 2 (MT>WY>MT>WY>SD):

Long story short: B and I planned to drive through Yellowstone to get to Wyoming. Get to the end of the park (Which was marvelous!) and the road is blocked by snow mobilers. WHAT?! Why? No warning or singage? Well, we turned back around and Yellowstone got more of our time.

Side Story: While driving through Yellowstone a herd of Bison was blocking a bridge. No one was doing anything, and a group of people were stuck in the middle surrounded. I herded them with my car and saved the other cars. One guy was jolly and gave me the thumbs up. Good deed for the day, check.

Okay, that’s enough story for post 1. Most of y'all just like the photos anyways :)

As miserable as things seemed at some points on the trip, we were truly blessed throughout. We made it to Missoula in the nick of time, I didn’t have to pay sales tax on the tires, we had a free place to stay, and we got to see freaking Yellowstone and the rest of the beautiful creation we drove through. #blessed