After driving over 3800 miles across five states and two time zones, it felt good to leave the car.
It had been almost a decade since last time I drove a car along the busy streets of Los Angeles, but it was just as chaotic as I remembered. Add dusk, rush hour and heavy rain to make it extra exciting. As soon as we entered the city, I nervously scanned the area to make sure that none of Hank Moody’s psychotic pals were here.
We recovered from the long flight on a beach in Malibu and drove east along Pacific Coast Highway, which is so much more than a song by Kavinsky. After stops in Hollywood and Griffith Park we were ready to leave civilization.
The next morning we climbed up a hill in Death Valley before sunrise, a nice change of scenery from the urban sprawl of Los Angeles, which kind of set the relentless pace for the upcoming weeks.
We drove along Route 6, Route 66 and Route 666. If there was a Route 6666, we must have missed that turn.
We conquered the Extraterrestrial Highway and the Devil’s Highway. Only Highway to Hell left to go.
California, Nevada, Utah, Arizona and New Mexico. They are only a flash of impressions, still to be sorted by the brain.
But unlike the main character Kowalski in 1971 movie Vanishing Point, I did my best to stay on the right side of the road and avoid trouble with the law, even in Nevada.
We punished the car suspensions in Monument Valley, chatted with happy hippies in the desert kingdom of Slab City, slipped on bat guano in the Carlsbad Caverns, looked for aliens in Roswell and Area 51, stayed less than 127 hours in Antelope Canyon, stared at the antenna dishes of Very Large Array, smelled the stench of Bombay beach, tried Sonoran hot dog in Tucson, watched the presidential election day from a motel room in Utah, almost froze to death in the White Sands desert and visited countless movie locations.
We drove through the territories of stoner band Kyuss, north of Palm Springs. I almost imagined seeing Josh Homme hiding behind one of the thousand Joshua Trees we passed.
We even had pie in aptly named Pie Town. Good times.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I will go for a small nap about a year or so.
- Aliens in Nevada and New Mexico
- Driving through Death Valley
- Odd lifeforms in the Californian deserts
- Having pie in Pie Town
- Bombay beach and beyond
- Presidential election in Utah
- In the footsteps of the Blade Runner
- The silver screen memory of Los Angeles
- The joy of road trips
- Movie locations around the world part 2