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2 Sunets - 1 Day on the Road

Hi everyone, I posted a few weeks back about starting to write a series about my adventures on the road - to inspire! I just finished the first section of my first story. This part takes place from 1 sunset to the next - adventures of 1 day on the road. This is part of a longer segment about a road trip to Coachella.... I hope you enjoy:
ps. any feedback greatly appreciated
edit: I misspelled the title :/
It’s 4:45pm on a cold April evening in Boston, I’m counting the minutes and seconds 'till I can dart out of my office and head to the airport. I have my carry on bag and backpack with me at my desk, and my mind is far from work. My father, who happened to be in the city for meetings, is waiting outside to take me to the airport. The clock strikes 5 and I am gone before the big hand ticks again. I smoke a quick spliff on the sidewalk around the corner and then hop in my father’s car - I’m officially on vacation. He drops me off, we say our goodbyes, and I arrive at the airport with enough time to have 2 beers before my flight. As I sit in my window seat waiting for takeoff, I slowly watch the sunset over the Boston skyline, only imagining what the next couple of sun sets will look like from the west. I couldn’t imagine everything I would see before the next time the sun set. The plane took off at 8pm. I’m usually the type of person to stare out the window for the entire plane ride, so much so that I usually leave the plane with a sore neck - but for this flight I knew I should sleep so I could be energized for what lay ahead. I managed to sleep for about 2 hours on the plane. I woke up to the captain calling for the final descent into Denver. We touched down in Denver in the midst of a late spring snow storm, 10:30pm local time. Syd was already at the Terminal West pickup zone waiting for me with his bags packed. We make a couple of quick stops to prep for the road (munchies and what-not) and off we went - headed West. The clock strikes Midnight as we get on the highway - it’s now officially 4/20 in Colorado, I’m overwhelmed with joy, excitement, and weed smoke. Syd took the initiative and picked up an ounce for our trip - each gram was in its own bag which was odd at the time but came in handy later on in the trip. Just a few hours ago, I was in my cubicle - now I’m in Denver on 4/20, every adolescents dream. This was just the very beginning.

Exiting Denver heading West, I started to notice the drastic change in landscape. Denver sits at the very edge of the plains that spread across middle America from Pennsylvania to literally Denver. East of Denver is plains, farmland, and corn for 1,500 miles. Each farm and cornfield a spitting image of the previous one. West of Denver is the most beautiful, drastic, diverse scenery all the way to the Pacific Ocean. You have what seems like unlimited options to choose from once passing through the rockies - head southwest for desert, head northwest for ancient forests and god’s country, head directly west for a mix of both and everything in between. This trip we were going southwest. We zoomed into the rockies with snow getting heavier by the minute. I started to get nervous but remembered how I was here back in February with the same road conditions and the same fright. I then remembered how well Syd could handle these roads, so I chilled out. We passed by Loveland, Arapahoe Basin, and Keystone ski resorts, and I started to reflect about my 2 weeks of snowboarding here only 2 months prior in February. I thought about how I would love to snowboard here again one day. Little did I know, I would be working for Keystone the following Winter (more on that later).

With Keystone in our rear view, we quickly approached Breckenridge, then Copper, then Vail, and then Beaver Creek. Coming from the East Coast it was hard to believe that all of these world class resorts were all within 45 minutes of each other. You can drive 10 minutes in any direction in Summit County, Colorado and arrive at a world class resort. Once we passed Beaver Creek the snow started to subside and you could see dirt and grass start to be evermore present. A relief from the harsh storm. I was now more relaxed and slept for an hour or 2. I woke up to see an array of lights in the near distance, a massive city- like region as far as the eyes could see. We were approaching Grand Junction, CO, a city declared in the late 1800s as a “grand” junction of the mighty Colorado River and it’s largest tributary, the Gunnison River. Grand Junction is Colorado’s wine country and the closest civilization to Grand Mesa, the world's largest flat-topped mountain which covers hundreds of miles. I was in awe as it seemed to go on forever. We passed through Grand Junction and immediately crossed over into Utah around 4AM, and I took the wheel.

One thing that strikes me about these Western states is you can actually see and feel yourself crossing into another state without there being any formal notice or signs. The way the land drastically changes is amazing. As soon as we entered Utah everything around us started getting more colorful. The brown dirt changed to red clay, the tan grass of Western Colorado quickly changed to green cactuses (or cacti?). The snowy mountains changed to rainbow-colored hills and otherworldly rock formations. I felt like I had just left planet earth and landed on Mars. “This is the coolest place ever” I said to Syd. I continued on in admiration for about an hour, then I could see the very first sign of the sun rising in my rearview mirror. What I thought was beautiful before instantly appeared way more spectacular. I was in awe, trying to soak everything there was to see. I’m lucky that I didn’t drift off the road during these gazes, but luckily the Utah highway was straight and flat, with no other cars at this hour. Each and every minute grew more beautiful as the sun rose higher and higher in my mirrors. It seemed as if the sun was chasing us from the east as we bolted west at a steady 80mph. Once the sun was about halfway up the horizon behind us everything started to brighten up from the darkness of the night. I pulled over at a rest stop to climb a hill and watch the sunrise over the utah desert. I found a boulder at the top of the hill perched over a valley, and watched the sun slowly illuminate hundreds of miles of desert. I will never forget it. Now that it was bright as day, I hopped back into the driver’s seat and continued on. Syd woke up from a snooze; I tried to describe what I had just witnessed but no words could do justice. From there on, I pulled over at every scenic viewpoint that we came across, which seemed like every 10 minutes. They each got better and better the further into Utah we ventured. Sand Bench, Ivie Creek, Devil’s Canyon, Ghost Rock, Spotted Wolf, San Rafael Reef, Black Dragon Canyon, and Crescent Junction to name a few. We probably lost an hour off of our ETA for these stops, but to me they were priceless, and I didn’t care the least. By this time it was around 8am and the temperature had now reached a comfortable 70 degrees. From here the windows would be down for the rest of the trip.

After about 8 hours of cruising I-70 from the snowy Rocky Mountains through the Utah desert, we passed through Fishlake National Forest in Salina, UT and pulled onto interstate 15 to start heading South. The desert had now transformed into an oasis with green grasses growing, wildflowers budding, trees waving in the gentle wind, and chirping birds greeting the morning. It was like entering a whole different environment yet there was still snow capped mountains in the near distance. I could smell the beautiful scent of the valley and everything it had to offer. I thought to myself how bad the streets of Boston stunk where my office was located, and how amazing this often overlooked section of the country had been so far. Syd was well rested at this point so we pulled over, took our shoes off to walk around the soft warm grass, had a quick beer while soaking in the morning, and hopped back on the road - Syd driving now. We only drove for about 10 minutes until we saw Our next stop was Zion National Park.

We approached Zion National Park from the north, so we were able to get in without paying the national park dues. As we approached Zion, I was convinced that I had already seen the beauty of Utah, and that Zion National Park was going to look like the beautiful valley that we were in during our approach. I was wrong. We traversed the winding road that leads into the northwestern park of the park and then she revealed herself. The sheer beauty of this valley is almost indescribable, and only the finest poets could barely do justice. All of a sudden we were hundreds of feet above this majestic garden of eden. Both Syd and I had to pick our jaws up from the car floor, and still remained speechless after that. We pulled the car over and sat there in awe and tried to absorb all the beauty that was in front of us. It reminded me of the old childs movie “The Land Before Time”. I imagined pterodactyls soaring above the cliffs, gazing over all sorts of other dinosaurs that roamed the valley floor. There were emerald rivers below me and massive cliff walls surrounding me with trees and plants growing everywhere. Every color on the spectrum could be seen in this little speck nature. I pictured the natives who used to call this place home and how it must have felt to discover this desert oasis. I felt one with nature here. Syd and I must have spent an hour sitting here and admiring this beauty. We had to get going so I took one last gaze, and went back in the car. I told myself I would come back here to really explore the place. I sure did, but that adventure comes in a later story.


We left Zion and had Las Vegas in our sights. Zion is only about 2 hours away from Las Vegas, so we planned on that being our next stop/point of interest. Right around this time, about 10AM, we realized that we had left Denver about 10 hours ago and needed some food. We decided we would wait until Vegas, but then all of a sudden a mirage appeared in the desert. “That *is* a mirage, right Syd?”. “It must be”. I got overwhelmed with excitement as my mouth started watering, the mirage got closer. “That mirage looks pretty real” “But it can’t be...we’re in Utah”. Yup, it was real. I rubbed my eyes to be sure. We pulled up to the Washington, UT exit signs and there was a billboard that read “In-N-Out 1 mile”. I hadn’t been that happy in a while. We checked what time they opened: 10:30 AM, we checked our clock: 10:20 AM. It was a miracle. We smoked a joint and walked in as they were taking down the “closed” sign.

Now here is where I had another “holy shit it’s a small world” moment. Throughout my life I had always had these weird coincidences where I see someone I know while on vacation or somewhere hundreds/thousands of miles away. From seeing a college friend at a resort in Puerto Rico, to sitting next to my hometown buddy on a plane from the DR, to sitting across the table from a classmate in the Bahamas. As I was munching my burger, in the middle of Southerwestern Utah, two people from my highschool walked in. An older couple that was I think 3 years above me. Now we didn’t know each other well enough, so we didn’t speak but we all looked at each other with the “WTF?” eyes, and continued to pretend not to know each other, even though we both knew our stories started in a small coastal town in MA. “What a small world” I thought as I finished my burger (animal style, of course).

We hopped back in the car and in a flash we were in Las Vegas. I was very excited to finally see Las Vegas. I was reminiscing of all the crazy stories ive heard and movies ive seen, portraying this to be the place of no rules where everyone leaves with a crazy story that they can’t tell their mother (I do have a crazy vegas story, but thats from a different road trip). Well, not at 1:00pm I guess. We drove up and down the strip feeling like movie stars with our arms and feet hanging out the window, trying to show off my fake Y-3 shoes (SMH). Vegas is a whole nother world during the day, and there is not much to be excited about. We parked the car at Caesars Palace and roamed around the casino, only to find desperate slot-goers at this hour. It was kind of depressing. After an hour of roaming the strip and fantasizing in the Louis Vuitton and Gucci stores, we decided it was time to leave Vegas. The next time I was in Vegas turned out to be a lot more...fear and loathing-ish, we’ll get to that later.

After Vegas we were ready to get to California. We decided we would only stop for gas from this point on, and set our sites on San Diego. The goal was to race there fast enough to watch the sunset over the Pacific Ocean before heading to Coachella the following day. My cousin lived in San Diego at the time and welcomed us to stay the night at his house before the festival. We drove and drove racing the sun which was starting to gain on us. We crossed into California and kept driving until we hit San Bernardino and came to a complete stop. There was traffic for as far as the eyes could see. “Are you kidding me? LA traffic all the way out here” while it might not have specifically been LA traffic, there was certainly bumper-to-bumper traffic all the way to LA. “wow, people aren’t joking about LA traffic” we laughed. Luckily after only a couple miles we pulled off the exit to head south to San Diego and were back cruising along.

In what seemed like a close race against time, we pulled into Pacific Beach, San Diego right as the sun was reaching the point where it really starts to turn the color of the sky to a pinkish-peach color. It was so beautiful. We paced onto the boardwalk and got a perfect spot to watch the sun set over the surfers trying to catch their last waves before darkness. We stayed and watched in awe until there was no sun left to watch. As we were exiting the boardwalk we were overwhelmed with delicious smells of local vendors preparing food for the night crowd. It felt as if we entered a food truck convention, and thousands of people now fluttered in to get a taste of the local cuisine. We walked around aimlessly smelling and tasting all they had to offer. I had a couple beef and pork tacos and a churro; Syd had a freshly caught fish taco. From there we soaked everything in, breathed a sigh of relief for we had made it and reflected on what an incredible day we just had. From there we went to my cousins loft and relaxed with him, only to begin a new adventure tomorrow.
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From 1 Sunset to the Next : 1 day on the road

Hi everyone, I posted a few weeks back about starting to write a series about my adventures on the road - to inspire! I just finished the first section of my first story. This part takes place from 1 sunset to the next - adventures of 1 day on the road. This is part of a longer segment about a road trip to Coachella.... I hope you enjoy: ps. any feedback greatly appreciated
It’s 4:45pm on a cold April evening in Boston, I’m counting the minutes and seconds 'till I can dart out of my office and head to the airport. I have my carry on bag and backpack with me at my desk, and my mind is far from work. My father, who happened to be in the city for meetings, is waiting outside to take me to the airport. The clock strikes 5 and I am gone before the big hand ticks again. I smoke a quick spliff on the sidewalk around the corner and then hop in my father’s car - I’m officially on vacation. He drops me off, we say our goodbyes, and I arrive at the airport with enough time to have 2 beers before my flight. As I sit in my window seat waiting for takeoff, I slowly watch the sunset over the Boston skyline, only imagining what the next couple of sun sets will look like from the west. I couldn’t imagine everything I would see before the next time the sun set. The plane took off at 8pm. I’m usually the type of person to stare out the window for the entire plane ride, so much so that I usually leave the plane with a sore neck - but for this flight I knew I should sleep so I could be energized for what lay ahead. I managed to sleep for about 2 hours on the plane. I woke up to the captain calling for the final descent into Denver. We touched down in Denver in the midst of a late spring snow storm, 10:30pm local time. Syd was already at the Terminal West pickup zone waiting for me with his bags packed. We make a couple of quick stops to prep for the road (munchies and what-not) and off we went - headed West. The clock strikes Midnight as we get on the highway - it’s now officially 4/20 in Colorado, I’m overwhelmed with joy, excitement, and weed smoke. Syd took the initiative and picked up an ounce for our trip - each gram was in its own bag which was odd at the time but came in handy later on in the trip. Just a few hours ago, I was in my cubicle - now I’m in Denver on 4/20, every adolescents dream. This was just the very beginning.
Exiting Denver heading West, I started to notice the drastic change in landscape. Denver sits at the very edge of the plains that spread across middle America from Pennsylvania to literally Denver. East of Denver is plains, farmland, and corn for 1,500 miles. Each farm and cornfield a spitting image of the previous one. West of Denver is the most beautiful, drastic, diverse scenery all the way to the Pacific Ocean. You have what seems like unlimited options to choose from once passing through the rockies - head southwest for desert, head norwest for ancient forests and god’s country, head directly west for a mix of both and everything in between. This trip we were going southwest. We zoomed into the rockies with snow getting heavier by the minute. I started to get nervous but remembered how I was here back in February with the same road conditions and the same fright. I then remembered how well Syd could handle these roads, so I chilled out. We passed by Loveland, Arapahoe Basin, and Keystone ski resorts, and I started to reflect about my 2 weeks of snowboarding here only 2 months prior in February. I thought about how I would love to snowboard here again one day. Little did I know, I would be working for Keystone the following Winter (more on that later).
With Keystone in our rear view, we quickly approached Breckenridge, then Copper, then Vail, and then Beaver Creek. Coming from the East Coast it was hard to believe that all of these world class resorts were all within 45 minutes of each other. You can drive 10 minutes in any direction in Summit County, Colorado and arrive at a world class resort. Once we passed Beaver Creek the snow started to subside and you could see dirt and grass start to be evermore present. A relief from the harsh storm. I was now more relaxed and slept for an hour or 2. I woke up to see an array of lights in the near distance, a massive city- like region as far as the eyes could see. We were approaching Grand Junction, CO, a city declared in the late 1800s as a “grand” junction of the mighty Colorado River and it’s largest tributary, the Gunnison River. Grand Junction is Colorado’s wine country and the closest civilization to Grand Mesa, the world's largest flat-topped mountain which covers hundreds of miles. I was in awe as it seemed to go on forever. We passed through Grand Junction and immediately crossed over into Utah around 4AM, and I took the wheel.
One thing that strikes me about these Western states is you can actually see and feel yourself crossing into another state without there being any formal notice or signs. The way the land drastically changes is amazing. As soon as we entered Utah everything around us started getting more colorful. The brown dirt changed to red clay, the tan grass of Western Colorado quickly changed to green cactuses (or cacti?). The snowy mountains changed to rainbow-colored hills and otherworldly rock formations. I felt like I had just left planet earth and landed on Mars. “This is the coolest place ever” I said to Syd. I continued on in admiration for about an hour, then I could see the very first sign of the sun rising in my rearview mirror. What I thought was beautiful before instantly appeared way more spectacular. I was in awe, trying to soak everything there was to see. I’m lucky that I didn’t drift off the road during these gazes, but luckily the Utah highway was straight and flat, with no other cars at this hour. Each and every minute grew more beautiful as the sun rose higher and higher in my mirrors. It seemed as if the sun was chasing us from the east as we bolted west at a steady 80mph. Once the sun was about halfway up the horizon behind us everything started to brighten up from the darkness of the night. I pulled over at a rest stop to climb a hill and watch the sunrise over the utah desert. I found a boulder at the top of the hill perched over a valley, and watched the sun slowly illuminate hundreds of miles of desert. I will never forget it. Now that it was bright as day, I hopped back into the driver’s seat and continued on. Syd woke up from a snooze; I tried to describe what I had just witnessed but no words could do justice. From there on, I pulled over at every scenic viewpoint that we came across, which seemed like every 10 minutes. They each got better and better the further into Utah we ventured. Sand Bench, Ivie Creek, Devil’s Canyon, Ghost Rock, Spotted Wolf, San Rafael Reef, Black Dragon Canyon, and Crescent Junction to name a few. We probably lost an hour off of our ETA for these stops, but to me they were priceless, and I didn’t care the least. By this time it was around 8am and the temperature had now reached a comfortable 70 degrees. From here the windows would be down for the rest of the trip.
After about 8 hours of cruising I-70 from the snowy Rocky Mountains through the Utah desert, we passed through Fishlake National Forest in Salina, UT and pulled onto interstate 15 to start heading South. The desert had now transformed into an oasis with green grasses growing, wildflowers budding, trees waving in the gentle wind, and chirping birds greeting the morning. It was like entering a whole different environment yet there was still snow capped mountains in the near distance. I could smell the beautiful scent of the valley and everything it had to offer. I thought to myself how bad the streets of Boston stunk where my office was located, and how amazing this often overlooked section of the country had been so far. Syd was well rested at this point so we pulled over, took our shoes off to walk around the soft warm grass, had a quick beer while soaking in the morning, and hopped back on the road - Syd driving now. We only drove for about 10 minutes until we saw Our next stop was Zion National Park.
We approached Zion National Park from the north, so we were able to get in without paying the national park dues. As we approached Zion, I was convinced that I had already seen the beauty of Utah, and that Zion National Park was going to look like the beautiful valley that we were in during our approach. I was wrong. We traversed the winding road that leads into the northwestern park of the park and then she revealed herself. The sheer beauty of this valley is almost indescribable, and only the finest poets could barely do justice. All of a sudden we were hundreds of feet above this majestic garden of eden. Both Syd and I had to pick our jaws up from the car floor, and still remained speechless after that. We pulled the car over and sat there in awe and tried to absorb all the beauty that was in front of us. It reminded me of the old childs movie “The Land Before Time”. I imagined pterodactyls soaring above the cliffs, gazing over all sorts of other dinosaurs that roamed the valley floor. There were emerald rivers below me and massive cliff walls surrounding me with trees and plants growing everywhere. Every color on the spectrum could be seen in this little speck nature. I pictured the natives who used to call this place home and how it must have felt to discover this desert oasis. I felt one with nature here. Syd and I must have spent an hour sitting here and admiring this beauty. We had to get going so I took one last gaze, and went back in the car. I told myself I would come back here to really explore the place. I sure did, but that adventure comes in a later story.
We left Zion and had Las Vegas in our sights. Zion is only about 2 hours away from Las Vegas, so we planned on that being our next stop/point of interest. Right around this time, about 10AM, we realized that we had left Denver about 10 hours ago and needed some food. We decided we would wait until Vegas, but then all of a sudden a mirage appeared in the desert. “That is a mirage, right Syd?”. “It must be”. I got overwhelmed with excitement as my mouth started watering, the mirage got closer. “That mirage looks pretty real” “But it can’t be...we’re in Utah”. Yup, it was real. I rubbed my eyes to be sure. We pulled up to the Washington, UT exit signs and there was a billboard that read “In-N-Out 1 mile”. I hadn’t been that happy in a while. We checked what time they opened: 10:30 AM, we checked our clock: 10:20 AM. It was a miracle. We smoked a joint and walked in as they were taking down the “closed” sign.
Now here is where I had another “holy shit it’s a small world” moment. Throughout my life I had always had these weird coincidences where I see someone I know while on vacation or somewhere hundreds/thousands of miles away. From seeing a college friend at a resort in Puerto Rico, to sitting next to my hometown buddy on a plane from the DR, to sitting across the table from a classmate in the Bahamas. As I was munching my burger, in the middle of Southerwestern Utah, two people from my highschool walked in. An older couple that was I think 3 years above me. Now we didn’t know each other well enough, so we didn’t speak but we all looked at each other with the “WTF?” eyes, and continued to pretend not to know each other, even though we both knew our stories started in a small coastal town in MA. “What a small world” I thought as I finished my burger (animal style, of course).
We hopped back in the car and in a flash we were in Las Vegas. I was very excited to finally see Las Vegas. I was reminiscing of all the crazy stories ive heard and movies ive seen, portraying this to be the place of no rules where everyone leaves with a crazy story that they can’t tell their mother (I do have a crazy vegas story, but thats from a different road trip). Well, not at 1:00pm I guess. We drove up and down the strip feeling like movie stars with our arms and feet hanging out the window, trying to show off my fake Y-3 shoes (SMH). Vegas is a whole nother world during the day, and there is not much to be excited about. We parked the car at Caesars Palace and roamed around the casino, only to find desperate slot-goers at this hour. It was kind of depressing. After an hour of roaming the strip and fantasizing in the Louis Vuitton and Gucci stores, we decided it was time to leave Vegas. The next time I was in Vegas turned out to be a lot more...fear and loathing-ish, we’ll get to that later.
After Vegas we were ready to get to California. We decided we would only stop for gas from this point on, and set our sites on San Diego. The goal was to race there fast enough to watch the sunset over the Pacific Ocean before heading to Coachella the following day. My cousin lived in San Diego at the time and welcomed us to stay the night at his house before the festival. We drove and drove racing the sun which was starting to gain on us. We crossed into California and kept driving until we hit San Bernardino and came to a complete stop. There was traffic for as far as the eyes could see. “Are you kidding me? LA traffic all the way out here” while it might not have specifically been LA traffic, there was certainly bumper-to-bumper traffic all the way to LA. “wow, people aren’t joking about LA traffic” we laughed. Luckily after only a couple miles we pulled off the exit to head south to San Diego and were back cruising along.
In what seemed like a close race against time, we pulled into Pacific Beach, San Diego right as the sun was reaching the point where it really starts to turn the color of the sky to a pinkish-peach color. It was so beautiful. We paced onto the boardwalk and got a perfect spot to watch the sun set over the surfers trying to catch their last waves before darkness. We stayed and watched in awe until there was no sun left to watch. As we were exiting the boardwalk we were overwhelmed with delicious smells of local vendors preparing food for the night crowd. It felt as if we entered a food truck convention, and thousands of people now fluttered in to get a taste of the local cuisine. We walked around aimlessly smelling and tasting all they had to offer. I had a couple beef and pork tacos and a churro; Syd had a freshly caught fish taco. From there we soaked everything in, breathed a sigh of relief for we had made it and reflected on what an incredible day we just had. From there we went to my cousins loft and relaxed with him, only to begin a new adventure tomorrow.
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Going homeless September 9th

Here's the deal. I live in Denver Colorado. Couple of years ago the state of Colorado legalized recreational use of marijuana, since then there has been a mass migration to the state. The city has also been undergoing a lot of gentrification. When you combine 200 people a day moving to the city of Denver and all the new buildings are luxury apartments, it puts the squeeze on blue collar people like myself. I paint houses for a living, I also teach music at the School of Rock. I make about 15 dollars an hour and work about 60 hours a week. Annually I make roughly $23,000 a year. When I moved back to Denver after attending the Musicians Institute in Los Angeles I was able to get a studio apartments for $500 a month. That's totally doable on many salaries. But this past year it's not been the case. The building I live in was purchased by an investment company who are going to renovate the entire building. The process for doing this first is denying the renewal of a lease. Every single person that lives in the building when their lease expires they are unable to sign a new lease for a year 6 months or even month to month. This is a very large building with over 500 units, of various sizes from Studio, one bedroom, and 2 bathrooms. I would like to move back into the same apartment I live in now, but the rent will be $950. Based on what I make a month and what I make a year that's more than 35 % of my income. The fact is you can't find an apartment anywhere in this city. Way more people are moving here than the city can hold, and Apartments don't stay on Craigslist for more than 12 hours. I've spent over $250 in the past month on credit checks only to be denied because I don't make enough money or they just simply decided to rent to someone else despite my credit score being in the 700s. I could get a roommate, move into a one or two bedroom... but I've had nothing but bad experiences in the past with roommates, bed bugs, being stolen from, bed bugs, destroying the property, bed bugs, skipping out on the rent, bed bugs, completely disappearing (once she left her dog with us and just simply disappeared for 2 months no rent) bed bugs. I can't trust other people especially with my wild and crazy Golden Retriever which I love to death. I also really cannot justify paying $1000 for a studio apartment, I know times are changing and soon this will be the norm due to inflation but it just happened within one lease, and wages haven't caught up yet. So here's my plan. I am selling my Honda Civic I've had for almost 10 years. I recently purchased a Toyota Tacoma which I will find a camper or bad ass topper. I am selling five out of my 7 Instruments including an upright bass, 5 out of 6 amplifiers, an 88 weighted key synthesizer, my pedalboard, one of my computers, my television, and really anything I can sell. My sister has agreed to let me use some of her storage space that I will use for my futon one of my bases, and anything else I can't sell. I'm going to keep: an army duffel bag and a 2 backpacks, about a dozen or 20 pairs of socks, four or five pairs of underwear. A pair of jeans 2 pairs of cargo shorts and a pair of dress pants as well as two dress shirts and about 10 t-shirts, 2 hats a pair of dress shoes and a pair of sneakers, a hoodie, a jacket, and 3 belts. In one backpack will have my laptop and charger, as well as some random things that I will need. The other backpack will contain most of my hygiene things shampoo soap razor blade, first aid, basic bathroom essentials. My duffle bag will be full of most of my clothes. ( I'm a graduate of a pristine military academy and I've had to do some field training exercises with everything in your wall locker in the same type of double bag) a longboard skateboard, my Mexican Fender Jazz Bass, a neo fender rumble 40, an army cot with pad. A tackle box which will be used in a toolbox for very basic tools such as the allen wrenches I need for my bass and skateboard crescent wrench hammer, screwdriver, utility knife. I will keep a super awesome Tupperware bowl that I have that I can use to microwave anything from potatoes to ramen noodles, as well as what is a hobo knife ( it's got a spoon and a fork like a camping knife) The paint company I work for does not do interior work and they close in the winter time. They have a shower in their headquarters, as well as a coffee machine. I have put in my two weeks notice at my music teaching job so that I can work overtime hours Painting until the end of Painting season (my birthday November 22) I will sleep in the truck, get up in the morning use my company's shower to shave n shit, I'll use their kitchen to make coffee and then go paint houses until it gets dark when I can go to a coffee shop or bar to internet my troubles away and charge my phone and computer. I will get a p.o box at the post office, and use my brother or sister's address for anything I need shipped. I will take the opportunity to crash at or use a shower at a friends house which I'm sure I will take advantage of at least once a week. It's going to start getting cold and I might have to crash at houses more often as the cold sets in. As soon as the Painting season is over I will start... Phase 2: "it's all about that bass" of my homelessness journey. Not having to pay for rent and working overtime hours I will have a small fortune saved up. Phase 2 I will travel to various cities that are known for having a music scene along the south. I will stay in each city crashing in Walmart parking lots and using coffee shops and bars for Internet and electricity to charge my phone and computer. I will get a gym membership at a chain gym (such as Ballys or 24 hour fitness) so that I may use their showers. I have acquired passes to the National Association of music merchants or NAMM convention in Anaheim California the third week of January. this is a huge deal and an expo like this I can make many more connections (this will be my third appearance and third useing different route of pass... what I mean is you can't buy a ticket and you can't just walk in, you need to be invited. You are issued a pass through a person who is either a merchant or buyer as a visitor. They need your information as they will scan your ID to verify your authenticity... fucking sweet!) I will stay in Los Angeles for 1 to 3 weeks. I went to college there and my ex wife still lives there. I can find a lot of jam spots and crash on many couches. I will go to Las Vegas NV, where I will craigslist myself deep into their music scene. I will try to acquire and get get a casino as I am a complished musician that is very good at sight reading. I will travel to Austin Texas where I have several connections in the music industry and I will make several more over the period of 1 to 3 weeks. I will travel to New Orleans where I am almost guaranteed (but nothing in life is guaranteed) to meet hundreds of amazing jazz musicians. I will spend time in Nashville Tennessee, and maybe from what I hear Athens Georgia has a great music scene. I will be using credit and craigslist as well as Facebook and Twitter to network as much as I can. I will try to secure an audition for a cruise ship while I'm in the Florida area. One of my best friends is a an old senior citizen who is one of the best musicians I've ever known he's in the same boat I am in being gentrification- ized... ated...ed... he can't make his rent on a fixed income because he's retired. ( he has a joke about how he's moving to LA... lower Alabama, apparently there's some great places to rent on the Gulf Coast) I will definitely be meeting up with him and trying to secure a casino gig near Biloxi Mississippi. Phase 3 "the wrap up" looking at everything I've experienced, I still have a job in Denver with a 401k that starts back up in March painting houses. Maybe the rental market will come back down to reality. Maybe they will offer me a raise seeing that I've lived homeless, and that they need to paint a record amount of houses and they have to pay their best manager a living wage. Other people in the city of Denver will go through the same thing I just went through. But if that doesn't work out I will have months of job offers and exploring experience in my pocket. Many people tell me I might not come back from New Orleans. I was there on tour with a band before Katrina. Only two cities I've ever visited have I said the words " we don't NEED to go back to Colorado. We could stay here, find jobs and get an apartment" and those cities were New Orleans and Hollywood California, and I lived in Hollywood California for several years. If I get a well paying job at a casino in a cover band I might not come back, I might just end my journey and set up shop. Who knows maybe I'll get a gig on a cruise ship and be able to live rent free for 6 more months. Maybe I'll find a job in the public school system in Las Vegas they're currently having a teacher crisis. Maybe I'll patch things up with my ex wife and stay in Los Angeles. Maybe I'll meet the love of my life in Austin Texas, maybe everything will fall apart and I'll have to stay in Macon Georgia doing things I never thought I would do for money. While I'm not really a hopeless homeless person, I have many skills and I work very hard. An unlikely inspiration for a musician is Arnold Schwarzenegger, I will live by his keys to success. Believe in yourself, never give up, work hard, and give back. It really stinks that I can't afford to live in the city my family has lived in for decades. I'm sick of being called an asshole for telling people to stop moving here, but really we can't support all these people. This city is losing someone who volunteers their time for free every week to teach people how to play in a jazz group. (come on down for the jazz jam at strange grounds on S Broadway every Saturday night) Menver is losing a teacher and a blue collar painter, it's losing one of its natives. But you have to make the best of a bad situation, maybe I'll fall flat on my face maybe I'll come out king of the mountain... I don't know and that's life.
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Day 4-9 Roadtrip From Coast to Mountains to Desert

Days 1-3 can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/roadtrip/comments/3yhdxb/day_13_roadtrip_up_the_ca_coast/?ref=share&ref_source=link
So we left Crescent City and had to modify our plans a bit. Originally we had wanted to drive up the coast of Oregon and then cut across to Bend, OR. it was a bit too much to drive and considering the road conditions of Hwy 20 probably for the best.
Most of the roads in OR were okay for us - didn't need to chain up our tires in the Subaru Impreza. All in all our car did pretty good! We came along an accident on hwy 126 on the way to Hwy 20. Stopped to help dig a guy out of his flipped truck stuck in a snow bank. We had a shovel in the car for situations that would need us to dig out snow. Luckily he wasn't injured I think a little confused though.
Took forever to get over hwy 20 because someone was "snow scared" in an SUV... We were seriously only going 15mph. Finally the lady pulled out white knuckling her steering wheel and allowed us all to continue on at a better pace. Needless to say, we made it to the Bison Ranch.
Next day, we headed out to Mt. Bachelor for some dog sledding. Those dogs are super awesome. So happy and excited. The guide put together the dog sled team and we were off. I quickly learned that they poop on the run... It was thrilling - they can go pretty fast!
Hit up lunch at a local brewery in Sunriver. Had some local brews and some great food before we headed out to the Sunriver Stables for a one horse open sleigh along the Deschutes River. Peaceful... we saw a bit of wild life - some squirrels, woodpeckers, Herons and Canadian Geese. A nice way to wrap up an awesome winterfest of fun.
Following day we said our good byes to Oregon and headed back into California. Husband was glad to get back across the state line so he could pump his own gas. we had forgotten that in OR the attendant has to pump the gas. This annoyed him so much! I found it comical - I mean think about it, you don't have to leave your car to pump gas when it's snowy out! That said, we were STARVING by the time we got to Reno. We had decided not to eat in Kalmath Falls which is basically the last bit of civilization until you hit Reno... Everything you drive through is pretty much ghost town like... at least in the winter. But we did make it to Reno. And the casino's have plenty of food and drinks.
Got our room at Circus Circus. Top floor! Hit up the casino and drinks and food... plenty of fun to go around. Oh man we played those slots pretty much all day on New Year's eve. Got in a little Black Jack. Alas, we did not win the jackpot. But we did have the jackpot room on watching fireworks in comfort. Happy New Year!
Onwards to Tonopah... drove past Walker Lake... All the other small towns were the slow decline of nowhere's ville. Made it to the Clown Motel. It was really not that scary but then again I don't have a fear of clowns. It's old and out dated for sure, but it was clean. That smell of bleach mixed with that musty carpet smell... we left the door open for a while even though it was cold to try and air it out. No luck really. Uneventful... time to head home through Death Valley.
Headed home... Scotty's Castle Road is closed due to flash floods of October 2015. Went down through Beatty to enter the park. Had a great time driving through Furnace Creek Camp - took a hike through Golden Canyon to the Red Cathedral. Headed down to the Badwater Basin Salt Flats. Tasted the salt - because why not? Yup, it was salt. Headed south down Badwater Rd unknowing that the road closed at Jubilee pass to Shoshone due to the floods. Found a Cyote along the way which came right up to our car. People must have been feeding them. They should be afraid of humans. It was cute and I was grateful for the photo opportunity - but damn.
With the road closed, we had two options... Turn back and find another way out which would take us two hours at least out of the way... or a dirt road out of the park... Eh... what's a little wash boarding and deep sand.. and river crossing? Yup... that happened... Luckily it wasn't too much for us and we were able to make it out of Death Valley in one piece. The rest of the trip was traffic due to people returning from Vegas. We were back in civilization and made it home.
We did so much on this trip... Went through so many biomes. We faced different weather conditions and made it safely through while meeting so many nice people. Now to plan the next road trip...
Pictures: http://imgur.com/a/c6xpN
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