Our move to Atlanta happened very quickly. Jason had a phone interview, flew out there, was offered the job, and we left, all within three crazy weeks. We shipped one car, but decided to drive the other. Why? This little princess...
Evie got to spend over 2,000 miles comfortably ensconced on our laps.
For our first day, we took it relatively easy and drove only to Tucson, where my cousin Patrick lives with his family. It's a stretch of road that we're relatively familiar with since we have family in Arizona and find ourselves there at least once per year.
We had to stop in Dateland for date and prickly pear shakes, which never disappoint.
We had made such good time (OK, Jason had... I was just as spoiled as Evie and just sat in the passenger seat) that we arrived in the Tucson area in the early afternoon.
Patrick (and his lovely wife Brittney and daughter Mariah) has a sprawling house out on the edge of the desert with lovely views. They recently had their basement finished by Antonio Sabato Jr. and his show Fix It and Finish It. My other cousin, Alex, just moved in with them as well, so the house was bustling with family (sorry guys). Patrick grilled up some steak and delicious asparagus and zucchini from their garden.
We got up early the next morning to get back on the road for a long day, from Tucson all the way through Arizona, New Mexico, and the nothingness of West Texas to Odessa. Having never been past Tucson on this highway, out interest was piqued by these billboards...
"THE THING?" Well, obviously we had to check it out. It was early enough in the morning that we were able to leave Evie in the car (a problem that plagued us throughout our journey), so we decided to stop and get our Ozzie Smith on.
So what's THE THING? Well, I am here to tell you, to demystify this very mysterious THING.
WARNING: DO NOT KEEP READING IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE THING? IS. If you ever drive across the country, you too may want to experience the mystery for yourself, I guess?
First you walk through several trailers full of dusty antiques of dubious origin. There is even a Hitler car.
The you get to THE THING? itself, which is...
A mummy? With a basket obscuring its genitalia? Maybe a peek at the genitals costs extra. MYTH: BUSTED? (For anyone curious, here is more info on it.)
I actually really appreciated the old-tymey hucksterism and Americana of the place. It was a welcome diversion, especially considering the miles and miles of nothingness, punctuated only by the hotspots of Las Cruces NM and El Paso TX, that followed. I didn't bother taking any pictures of the sameyness, except this shot of the pretty sunset, with splattered bugs on our windshield in the foreground.
Our journey continued.