I googled a lot of things last night. In order to see "everything", I gotta know my shit.
I have five typed pages worth of things to do, sites to see, trails to hike, and places to sleep along the route. I'm on a money diet right now, but thankfully I'll be doing a lot of camping, so room & board won't bite too much off my wallet. The majority of my money will be spent on leading my eyes to the sites.
Sounding the start at the Liberty Bell, I'll pay my respects to the King in Graceland, party in New Orleans and Austin, try to avoid any probing in Roswell, take a wrong turn at Albuquerque to the Grand Canyon, see Cirque du Soleil in Vegas, gaze at the stars in LA, visit my old friend San Fran, say one last goodbye to Starbucks in Seattle, time Old Faithful, resist the urge to make "Drop Dead Gorgeous" jokes all throughout Minnesota, have a gay moment in St. Louis, man up in Chicago, and after 21 National Parks and 21 cities I'll make it home just in time for my move back to Beantown.
Ambitious? Perhaps. But look me in the blog and tell me you're not jealous. This is a trip I'll remember for the rest of my life, and I'm sure "future me" will be grateful when such a permanent memory isn't half-assed. Perhaps my eyes are bigger than my stomach, but if I've learned anything in college it's this... too much common sense yields little fun.
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