Friday morning I left Sioux Falls for Chicago! Nine and a half hours of driving. I was NOT looking forward to it, especially after how awful and over it I felt about driving the day before ( Read more... )

Previously on "BigWhiteyMcGee's Cross Country Trip ( Read more... )

So, where were we? Ah, desolate Cheyenne. I picked up a cold there...woke up with a scratchy throat and feeling bad. I just KNOW it was the hotel air conditioner. I got on the road around 9 and drove north into South Dakota. And what is in South Dakota ( Read more... )

When last we left our intrepid adventurer (that's me), he was in Utah. The morning after my visit to Arches, I kept driving through Utah. And kept driving through Utah. Utah, folks, is BIG. The landscapes made it at least an interesting drive, though. Then it was Colorado. As pretty as Utah was, the best parts of Colorado are better. The ( Read more... )

Today's destination was...Arches National Park in Moab, Utah ( Read more... )

Las Vegas was not my typical Vegas visit. For the first time ever, I did not gamble a penny. And I almost didn't drink any alcohol. More on that later ( Read more... )

I've threatened it. I've hoped for it. I've waited for it. It's finally happened. I'm getting my own place and shedding my roommate ( Read more... )

I promised someone that I would post this story about a month ago, and I never did.  But a promise is a promise, and I want to get this off my chest.  So off we go ( Read more... )

The Ireland journal will continue, but I just don't feel like typing that much right now, or thinking that hard.  So you're getting this.

I was watching Family Feud today, and I saw quite possibly the dumbest family ever.  Yes, I enjoy Family Feud, so perhaps I am in no position to call anyone dumb.  But this is my journal, and I'll decide who is ( Read more... )

May 13 - Day 2

We disembarked from the plane around 9am local time in Dublin, and I immediately felt out of sorts. I had flown from Los Angeles to Philadelphia the day before, and then Philly to Dublin. So I had moved 8 time zones and my body had no idea what time it was. As soon as we emerged from immigration, I remedied this with a decidedly ( Read more... )