May. 31st, 2021

canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (cars)
We wrapped up our car shopping weekend with a drive home Sunday afternoon. I wish I could say we drove how in our new car but I cannot. There is no new car yet. We suffered busts Saturday and Sunday in our shopping foray. Both days, though, we did at least learn something about what we want— or don't want. We can focus our search more tightly from now on.

Musings at Burbank Airport

What was amusing about it? Well, many times when I've traveled between home and southern California I've considered the tradeoffs of flying vs. driving. Flying is always faster, way faster, when you look at just the flying time. BUR-SJC is usually scheduled at about 1:20 gate to gate. Meanwhile my maps app informed me it would be an estimated 5:01 to drive home from the restaurant located 1/2 block from the airport car rental return.

The thing about flying vs. driving is the gate-to-gate time is misleading. It's really about the door-to-door time. Figure door-to-door from the restaurant would've been 1:20 for the flight, at least an hour for security and waiting at the gate, add 30 minutes for fueling and returning a rental car, then 30-40 minutes on the other end to exit the plane, exit the airport, meet a Lyft/Uber, and get home. Those times add up to 3:30. Yeah, that's still faster than 5:01 but not compellingly so, which is why I weigh the tradeoffs pretty much every trip.

The Journey Home

So, we're driving. It's a beautiful day, and we've got a drop-top sports car. What could be finer? Well, even open-top driving becomes a chore after a while. And we had 339 miles and an estimated 5 hours to go.

I divide this northbound trip into 3 legs. The first leg is getting out of LA and through the mountains. The Transverse Range north of LA is beautiful. Even the 8 lane superhighway carving through it doesn't diminish its beauty. In fact it's largely because of those 8 lanes— and their ability to carry copious volumes of traffic without significant jams— that I appreciate the natural beauty around the road. The road reaches a high point of 4,144' in the Tejon Pass as mountains on either side soar ever higher. Early in the spring there are wildflowers here. In the winter there's often at least a dusting of snow.

The second leg begins after I-5 descends the Tejon Pass into the Central Valley. For the next 200+ miles it's Flatland. Nothing to see. And after US-99 splits off just past the mountains I-5 narrows to 2 lanes in each direction, leading to frequent traffic slowdowns. For this stretch of the drive we put the top back up— it was a punishing 95° (35° C) out anyway— and drove 80-85mph whenever traffic permitted.

The third leg I think of as "almost home". It begins when we turn off I-5 onto CA-152 near Los Banos. From here it's about 80 miles home. Thus the "almost" part. But exiting at this junction also brings a welcome change of pace. We leave behind the boring, hot flatland of the Central Valley and climb into another mountain range, beginning by winding around the edge of the massive San Luis Reservoir. It's not as scenic as the mountains north of LA but it's a world apart from the Central Valley.

Wait, Isn't This Car Dead?

We arrived home around 6:30pm. We made decent time, hitting only minor slowdowns and making two short stops for gas, snacks, and a stretch. Some of that time we made up for by blazing through the Central Valley at 85mph.

All in all for the weekend trip we logged 775 miles of driving... in the car I've been saying is kaput. Ol' Hawkgirl clearly still has some fight left in her. The engine trouble light only came on twice during the whole trip. Both times we cleared it by stopping and power-cycling. While that worked fine for this trip, we know it's only a matter of time until it's not fine. That's why we're shopping a replacement.
canyonwalker: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Travel! (planes trains and automobiles)
Canceling our trip to Spokane this weekend doesn't mean we won't go. It just means we didn't go this weekend. Trips that get taken off the books don't disappear; they're put back on the list of places to go next time. "I SHALL RETURN."

"I came out of Bataan... and I shall return." Gen. Douglas MacArthur, 20 March 1942

General Douglas MacArthur famously said those words in March 1942, after having been chased out of the Philippines by the invading Japanese army. "I came out of Bataan, and I shall return." The refrain became a rallying cry for Filipino people enduring occupation and inspired Americans on the homefront.

I'm not waging a war here but I have already planned my return to Spokane. I booked all the reservations this afternoon. ...Yes, barely 24 hours after returning from the trip we took instead of returning to Spokane!

We'll return to Spokane over the July 4th weekend. We're taking an extra day off to make it a 4-day weekend. With that extra day we'll add in another day of hiking... and it'll be at a mountain that was too snowy to get to anyway this past weekend. Extra day, extra hike; our re-planned return will be better than our originally planned return!

And while the July 4th weekend is barely over a month away, this isn't even our next trip. It's our next-next trip! In mid June we're traveling to the east coast for the wedding of two friends in New York and a week of outdoors stuff in Maine. This, too, is a trip that engendered MacArthur like stalwartness. I planned and canceled it several times last year due to Coronavirus. Eventually the grooms and I got so tired of remaking and canceling plans that I got ordained as a minister and married them myself. But the groom's family wants a big, traditional, religious ceremony and reception. That's what's in New York in two weeks.

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