tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post2315766050955647985..comments2024-01-13T18:35:19.562-08:00Comments on Backpacking Dad: Road TripBackpacking Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-77646102273675518972008-09-21T01:58:00.000-07:002008-09-21T01:58:00.000-07:00HOW did I MISS THIS! White Trash Mom has excellen...HOW did I MISS THIS! White Trash Mom has excellent road trip stories! DAMN. Gotta have a "Holiday Road Trip" series so I can compete please please please!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-36402215832993447802008-09-16T18:18:00.000-07:002008-09-16T18:18:00.000-07:00Less then one month ago, I drove with my boyfriend...Less then one month ago, I drove with my boyfriend to LA where he would be leaving me for 2 years to attend the AFI. And he proceeded to BREAK UP WITH ME after almost 10 years together in Utah, with 2 days left on our trip. BEAT THAT!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-68144027492081225082008-09-16T09:28:00.000-07:002008-09-16T09:28:00.000-07:00This is going to be impossible.This is going to be impossible.Backpacking Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-52454881683255464492008-09-16T06:53:00.000-07:002008-09-16T06:53:00.000-07:00Fuck, I totally forgot about the time as a teenage...Fuck, I totally forgot about the time as a teenager that I went with some schoolmates to someone's house on the coast. <BR/>We traveled by bus. Had fun: went to the beach, got drunk, threw up, felt better, went dancing. The day after, we were supposed to get back home on the bus but we waited at the wrong spot and missed it. Didn't want to hitchhike and didn't want to tell my parents what happened for fear they wouldn't let me do it again, so I called and told them we missed the bus but were staying at a friend's aunt's place. The boys hitch-hiked home. Two of the girls really went to the aunt's house. Which left 4 more of us stranded. We went looking for a place to stay, like maybe someone who would let us sleep on their couch or something. We found this guy, also a teenager like us, and he was a horny teenager so the prospect of having 4 girls spend the night at his house was very appealing, so he convinced his mom to let us stay. We hung out, went for a walk, and then he tried to kiss me. I let him, and we ended up making out - he wasn't ugly or anything, but I don't know if I would have let him do that if I wasn't concerned that he might lock us out of his house if I said no. <BR/>Oh, stop looking at me like that. I wasn't a slutty teenager. I just had to take one for the team.<BR/><BR/>I know this sounds like a toned down version of American Pie, but it really happened.Elisa @ Globetrotting in Heelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13920820564549246339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-14657452700386714812008-09-16T06:37:00.000-07:002008-09-16T06:37:00.000-07:00For me, I think it was when we went to Vermont. Ke...For me, I think it was when we went to Vermont. Keep in mind that we are from Switzerland, which is tiny, so driving places there is like driving to the closest mall here (depending on where you live). Basel is only 1 hour away from Zurich. But I digress.<BR/><BR/>Our worst road trip was when we went to Vermont. Having heard numerous times that people from New York go to Vermont for long weekends to chill, hike and generally enjoy the great outdoors, I suggested we do that too. We had moved here from Switzerland about 10 months earlier and had only driven to Boston (in February - another poorly-planned road trip). Anyway, you know how children always ask "are we there yet?"; that's exactly what I was like for the whole trip. It seemed to me that most of the weekend was spent driving on roads that extended along huge forests, with no sign of civilization to be seen for hours on end. We did manage to visit two cute towns and some lovely but in-the-middle-of-nowhere things like a farmer's market and our inn, but when I look at the balance of the weekend, the whole trip was one big long boring drive with nothing to see but trees. <BR/><BR/>On the way back, we all had to pee and kept saying "we'll go at the next rest stop" except there aren't any. None. We had to pick between stopping to "go" in the bushes (there were plenty, believe me) or go quite a bit off route (Poughkeepsie) to find a rest stop. Given my hate for public restrooms, the availability of coffee was the only thing that tipped the decision in favor of the off-route gas station. That, and the fact that we wanted to fill the car up, just to make sure we'd get home. Because if the car stopped on the way back home from Vermont, we were really screwed. Have I mentioned there was NOTHING? <BR/><BR/>Seriously. Lovely tiny towns (though few and far between), great maple syrup, but Vermont was totally not worth the drive.Elisa @ Globetrotting in Heelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13920820564549246339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-66440248565279393622008-09-15T19:19:00.000-07:002008-09-15T19:19:00.000-07:00Ahem... The weekend's over...Ahem... The weekend's over...Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17643438802935893718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-75526358740512165932008-09-15T18:41:00.000-07:002008-09-15T18:41:00.000-07:00Stuck in a volkswagen van. On the side of the roa...Stuck in a volkswagen van. On the side of the road on Interstate I-90. Somewhere in Montana or Idaho. Spent the night there. Hoping we wouldn't get hit by sleepy tractor trailer driver in the middle of the night.<BR/><BR/>Had to be towed 75 miles the next day.MereCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03443158111826174633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-62433477307551566442008-09-15T18:18:00.000-07:002008-09-15T18:18:00.000-07:00Summer 1999. Big Bean was in Dallas for six weeks...Summer 1999. Big Bean was in Dallas for six weeks of training. I rented a small car to make the three-hour trip, because my car was old and not likely to make it.<BR/><BR/>Turns out, small cars also come with small gas tanks. Did you know that? I didn't. Until I ran out, about halfway there, at least an hour away from everything. With my dog. In 100+ degree temps. <BR/><BR/>Had to walk to the nearest gas station. And back. Hauling a gas can.<BR/><BR/>Made it to Dallas, finally, followed the directions I was given. No Big Bean. Traced my steps. No Big Bean. Tried to call. No Big Bean.<BR/><BR/>These were the pre-cell phone days so I had to use a pay phone. A very creepy man stood a little too close to me with bad breath while I called from the McDonald's. I freaked out and ran to the car. Found another pay phone. <BR/><BR/>Got the Big Bean and the correct directions. Got to the apartment complex and the security code didn't work. Waited for someone else to pull in. 45 minutes later, someone did.<BR/><BR/>Got into the complex and couldn't find the apartment. Cried. Drove to the nearest gas station, called the Big Bean and told him HE WAS COMING TO GET ME. NOW.<BR/><BR/>Waited in tears. <BR/><BR/>I've never been so glad to see a cheap corporate apartment in my life.<BR/><BR/>Until the dog started barking. And barking. And panting. And barking.<BR/><BR/>I got drunk. The dog finally chilled after a few sips of beer himself. We all fell asleep and all was right with the world. <BR/><BR/>Until 3:00 the next morning. When I awoke to water falling from the sky and a completely flooded apartment. Because the dude upstairs fell asleep with the bath water running. (Who DOES THAT?)<BR/><BR/>Big Bean had training the next day. So guess who got to clean up the flooded apartment? And then drive another three hours home? With a hungover dog? In 100+ degree temps?<BR/><BR/>Yeah. Good times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-65315647121796386022008-09-15T14:25:00.000-07:002008-09-15T14:25:00.000-07:00Approximately 1.5 days after coming home from Blog...Approximately 1.5 days after coming home from BlogHer I got in a van to spend 36 hours with 12 of my inlaws and drove to Seattle for a family reunion.<BR/><BR/>I sat by my mother-in-law the entire time.<BR/><BR/>2 of the babies had the flu.<BR/><BR/>I also peed on my sister-in-law's flip flop on the way.Loralee Choatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16055102094371755499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-35497746652960096412008-09-15T13:44:00.000-07:002008-09-15T13:44:00.000-07:00ok here it is, New Mexican desert, in an RV that o...ok here it is, New Mexican desert, in an RV that only fits 5 with 12 people in it, someone turned on the broiler, that heat got above 105 in that RV worst couple hours of my life, it was so hot and nobody knew what was going on lol. it was a really fun trip though, Miami to LA. Hey I found a site that you should post your story on, its called <A HREF="http://baraaza.com" REL="nofollow">baraaza.com</A>!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-171147066693292602008-09-14T22:42:00.000-07:002008-09-14T22:42:00.000-07:00Being my father's daughter I lack the ability to t...Being my father's daughter I lack the ability to tell my story as a comment so I decided to write it up in my blog. That and the story just cannot be told without the picture that accompanies it. If you want to check it out here's the url: http://microblogologist.blogspot.com/2008/09/worst-road-trip-ever.html<BR/><BR/>I hope your trip goes better than all the ones on here!<BR/><BR/>KarenThe Microblogologisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12259187351177996677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-47300401708053128022008-09-14T21:38:00.000-07:002008-09-14T21:38:00.000-07:00I drove HOURS in what was supposed to be a two hou...I drove HOURS in what was supposed to be a two hour trip through flood-ravaged Iowa, on roads littered with detours so extreme I could make neither head nor tails of them, completely unable to read a map (which makes road trips precarious at best, nerve wracking at worse, and brands me as lame all the way around), armed with a lone copy of Prince's "Diamonds and Pearls" cassette as my soundtrack, in the days before I had a cell phone to alert anyone, just to get to my then-boyfriend so we could finally profess our love to each other in person. The trip involved no vomiting or release of any other bodily fluids, just simply the pouring out of my heart to a man who would then break it three months later.for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-2182065589863804712008-09-14T20:02:00.000-07:002008-09-14T20:02:00.000-07:00Mine would have to be when my husband and I were f...Mine would have to be when my husband and I were first married and we couldn't afford airfare from Texas to Atlanta so we drove. <BR/>Couldn't afford plays in heavily here as we were young and decided our best route to increase our gas money would be to gamble in Shreveport on the way. I'm sure you know, this didn't work out and I knew it too when hubs said "wanna see how to play black jack?" and he put down one of our last 20's. Two cards later...bye bye 20. He says, want to see it again? Um, no.<BR/>Had reservations at an at least presentable hotel, discovered after way too many free drinks we had lost count of our money and could no longer afford the original hotel....so we checked into a Motel 6...where a one armed man WITH A HOOK took our money through a sliding glass door giving us access to the room where the National Cockroach Races were being held. At least we didn't pay extra for that. <BR/>Slept fully clothed on bed covered with tiny towels so as not to make contact with the stain left from the human sacrifice that had happended the night before. <BR/>Woke next morning with food poisoning and a hangover and the remainder of the drive to Georgia to see the inlaws. <BR/>Oh...and we got stuck in a hurricane evactution on the way home.<BR/>Makes me want to be young again. I'm thinking this may have to be a new post.The Stiletto Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10206822797293852486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-78570790401245592572008-09-14T11:01:00.000-07:002008-09-14T11:01:00.000-07:00No pressure to visit anyone? I live, like, 3 seco...No pressure to visit anyone? I live, like, 3 seconds from Seattle (well, in comparision.) I will be IN WASHINGTON STATE today. We totally could have hung out. It is to weep.Mr Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09998773078408832376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-38904040572584935602008-09-13T20:50:00.000-07:002008-09-13T20:50:00.000-07:00Wait! I've got another one.The day after my boyfri...Wait! I've got another one.<BR/><BR/>The day after my boyfriend's senior prom I had to go to my brother's soccer tournament with my family. It was three hours away and I was insanely hungover.<BR/><BR/>At one point I was throwing up into a plastic bag and my brother was screaming with his head out the window while my Dad said things like "The only thing that would make this better is if we had a clear bag."<BR/><BR/>*sigh*<BR/><BR/>All of my stories always seem to involve puking.Sarah, Goon Squad Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12281098822701795940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-7728601154190812612008-09-13T20:46:00.000-07:002008-09-13T20:46:00.000-07:00I drove 10 hours - from Atlanta to DC with two vom...I drove 10 hours - from Atlanta to DC with two vomiting two year olds.<BR/><BR/>Good times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-21209562755423742272008-09-13T17:48:00.000-07:002008-09-13T17:48:00.000-07:00Our last one was the worst! We drove 3 hours to s...Our last one was the worst! We drove 3 hours to spend the day at the beach, which Tessa *hated* with a passion, then drove 3 hours back, the same day. The next morning I woke up terribly sun-burned because I used only dark tanning oil. Did you know I'm very very pale? Yeah. <BR/><BR/>Noah is just as pale, and even though I put tons of water-proof sunscreen on him, he was SO burned. Especially his face. Except for his freckles, so his skin was all puffed out around the freckles. He was pitiful.<BR/><BR/>After I gave him some Motrin, we packed up the van and headed to Atlanta, which is about 4 hours away. We spent 3 days in Atlanta, and the kids fought and complained the ENTIRE time. And I spent the time worrying someone was going to send a cop over to us because of Noah's poor face.<BR/><BR/>(BTW I think it was the combination of sun and salt water that had him in such bad shape!)Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17643438802935893718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-32554402773673653372008-09-13T16:27:00.000-07:002008-09-13T16:27:00.000-07:00i take a couple week long road trip at least once ...i take a couple week long road trip at least once a year, so i have many stories to tell. As far as the worst, it was a trip to Mexico: Eugene-LA-Lake Havasu-Mexico (which involved lying our way through immigration to get back in the US... as my ex was not a citizen, but hey, it worked!)-San Diego-LA (where my car broke down in Compton and me, a lil blonde and blue eyed white girl, had to walk the streets looking for a mechanic)-North of LA (where my car proceeded to die TWICE while on the freeway)-Eugene. Of course this was 10 days of only me driving in an obviously unreliable car. Involving car sleeping, some stomach issues from Mexico, and every thing in between. In the end, it provided great memories though. However, note that I said EX ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-32198787828035809602008-09-13T12:24:00.000-07:002008-09-13T12:24:00.000-07:00Stacie--I'm from Texas (currently in self-imposed ...Stacie--<BR/><BR/>I'm from Texas (currently in self-imposed exile--or would that be liberation?), and I'd like to apologize on behalf of my state. I wish I could say that your experience was just a fluke, but I've been to Plain View, TX.<BR/><BR/>You're a brave, brave woman.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-37337120006926324022008-09-13T10:24:00.000-07:002008-09-13T10:24:00.000-07:00Dude. I want to go on a Road Trip. Badly.Dude. I want to go on a Road Trip. Badly.Aunt Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12146687582842259611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-30628624499135259362008-09-13T10:05:00.000-07:002008-09-13T10:05:00.000-07:00Coming to Seattle?! STOP BY!!! I'll make you some,...Coming to Seattle?! STOP BY!!! I'll make you some, er, coffee!<BR/><BR/>My worst road trip EVER was driving a 1974 Pinto 'Sport' station wagon from Seattle to Bellingham. It used 5 quarts of oil to make the trip, and at one point, it nearly died on the freeway.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-60708004040502813032008-09-13T08:00:00.000-07:002008-09-13T08:00:00.000-07:00Maui. 2003 ish. Also a rental Mustang convertibl...Maui. 2003 ish. Also a rental Mustang convertible.<BR/><BR/>Heading back from the beach, we put the top down. I must have had some water in my left ear, from swimming. By the time we got back to the condo, my ear was throbbing. By the next morning, I was in serious pain. Just in time for our planned 2-day trip on the famous Road to Hana and back. <BR/><BR/>So before hitting the road, we stopped at the local emergent care facility, where the doctor diagnosed an ear infection and prescribed antibiotics and something to numb the pain. Off to Hana!<BR/><BR/>Everything was going pretty well, until late afternoon. On a tip from my cousin the guide book author, we stopped at an unmarked head of a trail that involved a good deal of trespassing on private property to get to a scenic and secluded waterfall. Great hike. Except for the part where I got bit by some kind of spider on the way back to the car. Right below the left eyebrow.<BR/><BR/>By the time I got into the car, my eyebrow area was swelling. By the time we got into Hana an hour later, the whole left side of my face was swelling. By dinner time, my left eye was swollen shut.<BR/><BR/>So we called the town doctor. At home. She came out to the "medical center" and prescribed more antiobiotics. The next day, the swelling not having gone down, we went back to the medical center to see her again. This time, she prescribed steroids. They seemed to do the trick.<BR/><BR/>So, if you're counting, that's three visits to a doctor in 2 days.Yanivhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01487831910924501194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-67989130855944599132008-09-12T19:50:00.000-07:002008-09-12T19:50:00.000-07:00I don't have anything to top these stories, but th...I don't have anything to top these stories, but they make for great reading!Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586323120994967027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-71931633888993873372008-09-12T18:22:00.000-07:002008-09-12T18:22:00.000-07:00It would have to be the time that my mother drove ...It would have to be the time that my mother drove all of us kids to Missouri to visit family. she brought orange juice in a can for lunch, and it was hot. I hated the metallic taste and balked at drinking it, but she insisted. So I sucked it down in a hurry, because if I didn't I was going to be left on the side of the road.<BR/><BR/>Shortly after lunch, she told me that I could lay down on the floor to take a nap. We had removed a seat from the van, in order to have more room, and so I watched the road through the bolt hole on the floor. We went up a mountain, down a mountain, up a mountain and I puked the hot oj up all over the interior of the van.<BR/><BR/>Good times. Gooooooood times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-59368620256187566832008-09-12T17:01:00.000-07:002008-09-12T17:01:00.000-07:00I have some really good ones. But topping the list...I have some really good ones. But topping the list is one in which I was driving home in the morning, after a long night of drinking with a friend, and to make a long story short, was arrested for a dooey. The details are, of course, inappropriate on this blog. But if you can reconstruct them on your own, I win the prize.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com