For the record, we've driven about 12,000 km since late August. No shit.
Map!:
Perversely, seeing it laid out like this really just makes me think about how much of this big stupid place I haven't been to yet and all the adventures I haven't had yet, goddamnit.
I am pretty messed up by how big the U.S. is but I think that has more to do with never really driving anywhere more than six hours from my hometown. We're routinely doing 12-hour drives these days. It's also pretty trippy going through three or four states in one day of driving.
Speaking of, I'm in Banff right now. Job interviews in two days, holy shit! And we just drove up from Yellowstone National Park. That is a place that is BIG. And amazing. I am not even slightly kidding when I say that it is imperative that you all see Yellowstone at some point in your life. Get on it, doggs. It's the most beautiful place I've been, I think, if only because it is beautiful in about 10,000 different ways. As I said, it's wicked large but you can drive a couple of miles and go from wide open plain with herds of buffalo crossing a river in the distance, then wind up into a mountain with impossible-seeming rock formations teetering overhead, then pop out into a pine forest where there seems to be more trees within eyeshot than there are people on the earth.
Even though I've pretty much just said the opposite, I think it's probably gonna be nice once we have jobs (fingers crossed) to stay in one place for more than a week, to unpack my bags, all of that stuff. Although it's only because I know that it's a temporary thing and we get to pick up and piss off again once the ski season ends. I also think the enormity of this trip is kind of just beginning to dawn on me, like this is something I'll tell my grandkids about. (Which may be hard, considering I'm pretty sure I don't want to breed and just have about a million dogs instead).
At this point the trip is kind of all about enormity. Guys, I've never seen mountains before last week. Really! At least not, honest to goodness proper mountains, with snow on the top and all that. John took us out to a state park and we tried climbing just a teensy weensy little one but I got dizzy and bitched out. As we've gotten further north they've only gotten bigger and more snow-covered and foreboding and awesome and I'm pretty sure I can't live in a flat place ever again now, because I am just so in love with everything I'm seeing. Even if I do never get used to the cold or the altitude.