It’s official: I am proof that maps are not necessary. All you need is a general scope of how to get some place, easily obtained by talking to various people and streamlining their answers, and several hours to get to your destination. Maps are for sissies.
Jasbaz and myself are quite the adventurous type. If there is a city in our local state, we will find it and we will sneer at any map we come across. Pah! Christopher Columbus didn’t need a map, and neither do we. Gas prices, smash prices. We’re having an adventure.
Intrepid as we are, there are some things that we do not voyage without. Namely, cookies. We brought two types with us, snickerdoodles and white macadamia. Also, we brought orange juice boxes because Jas is partial to them and I think they are insanely easy. We also brought the Nikon, which I am SO glad for because man did we ever have time to kill and the Nikon makes time-killing so much more entertaining as well as documents the fact that you had time to kill. Just in case looking back over things, you doubt it later on. No doubt here, folks.
Due to the Nikon have-age and the free time, I flooded my flickr with pictures. Flooded. But it was good. Fear not.
Anyway, we started out bright and early in the morning after dropping off Andy at work (sucka!) and only doubled back to the house once (my parents are NOTORIOUS for multiple u-turns to pick up things that we left – once is actually quite an accomplishment) to grab Jas’s doll babies and the camera. Priorities, people. Can’t leave them at home!
Then we were on the road. I had Rick Deas and the Weekly Top 40s, yeah (if you know the theme song… you would understand – how long has this show been alive? at least 10 years, I know that much) blaring, the windows down, and we were chasing pavements at seven thirty a.m. Crazytalk. But it happened, and was it ever great!
Seeing as how the roads were pretty empty due to it being the DAWN on a SATURDAY, I tried taking pictures a la Prin, while driving because the fog was so fantastic. But then I decided against it because I want to live. I got one shot though. That’s good enough for me.
After driving for a bit we had to hit a rest stop seeing as how Jas’s magic was stinking up the car. So we went in and did our hair all fancy (combed and organized) since the wind had transformed our lovely locks into 80s-esque rock hair band fans, I put in my eyeballs and put my glasses away (my eye’s can’t handle contacts before 7am – it’s just not possible), did the bathroom breakage, and went outside to have breakfast. COOKIES!
While she snacked, I took pictures because the scenery was so beautiful. There was a dense fog off to the distance, the leaves were falling off the trees and were a remarkable colored blanket on the brisk green grass, the sky was blue, and there was cinnamon sugar racing through my bloodstream. An excellent start to a day.
After our pit stop and massive photo shoot involving both baby dolls, we headed back to the open road.
Eventually, we ended up in the city proper and our destination was close although just where, we were not sure. Being slightly peckish for proper foods, I started scoping out eateries and ended up selecting my arch nemesis of food places – McDonalds. And why you ask would I set foot in such a horrid place where I harbor such an immense dislike for after they blatantly have ripped off Chik-Fil-A’s signature chicken sandwiches, biscuits, and sweet tea? Because they had a play place.
Dear God, I’ve succumbed to picking food places based on my kidlet. Help me.
So in a totally whackadoo manuver, I ordered two chicken biscuits for breakfast which is totally cementing their evil scheme to kill Chik-Fil-A. I am angered with myself. Especially since they weren’t very good, but were still better than pretty much everything else on the menu. ANYWAY, my hate from McDonalds aside, guess who was not at all interested in the playplace?
I mean, she would look at it, she watched kids play, but she sat in her bench across from me playing with her baby dolls, her food, and her apple juice. She didn’t even show interest in going over to play. She had babies to take care of. Even though the entire reason I selected this establishment was because of the danged play place. But I guess you can’t win them all – at least I had snickerdoodle cookies.
While we were being grown ups, I socialized with a local mother who’s kid was totally bullying a few other little ones and asked her just how to get to the train station we needed to reach. She gave me some round-a-bout directions and after Jas finished staring at the children playing, we took our leave.
We almost made it. Except that we turned the wrong way on the last road. We went right instead of left. And the kicker is that the station was a BLOCK to the left. Instead, we meandered through a large part of the city, some suburbs, and eventually ended out in farm land were we saw massive fields of mature corn and a real live apple tree. Jas fell asleep at this point. Being adventurous tires her out. She’s got a lot to learn.
Confused, I did a u-turn and we went back the way we came. And subsequently, found our destination. All was yay and happy and sleeping baby. Naturally, I took a few pictures. I cannot help it, she’s adorable.
All in all, our trip was awesome even though somebody’s train got delayed by three hours and we were pretty sure it was her train but it might have been a bus but I’m pretty sure this was the station she said although I’m not sure if that was her train or not because she didn’t give us the number. Heh. =D And you wonder why we have to be adventurous and live without directions! We never get any! Free range! But all was cool. Although I talked my sisters ear off via the cell phone while we waited and Jas charmed the pants off of everyone who wandered near.
California, you better get ready. You’re next!
