Alternate title: “On the Road Again: The Last Fifteen Hours of My Life”
It got a little hairy a few times when the snow was piling down out of the sky (Salt Lake City morning traffic was especially brutal, with exceptionally heavy snow, low visibility, lots and lots of commuters and the sun not yet up), but we ended the journey in blue skies, and all’s well that ends well, right?
Or so I tell myself.
Some photos of mother nature’s many changing moods below. We never stop to take photos (only for gas!), so I resort to shutterbugging it through the windshield — you know how hard it is to snap a decent photo at 90mph? I now do.
Once we left Salt Lake City behind, the bad weather gave us a bit of a breather.
I find highway bridges aesthetically appealing. I have no explanation as to why.
“Uh . . . are we there yet?”
I could have snapped this same photo about a thousand separate times.
So. F***ing. Cold.
Once we hit Montana, it was breathtaking landscapes the whole way.
See what I mean?
“Dear God, please let that be a Starbucks off in the horizon!”
The trip took us from Las Vegas to rural Montana in one straight shot — once the BF gets behind the wheel, aint nothin’ and no one gettin’ in his way!
Tom Ford Amber Absolute played angel on my shoulder. The roller-ball applicator made for easy touch-ups before stumbling blearily out of the car at gas station breaks to fetch pretzels and water.
Too bad there isn’t some kind of Amber Absolute mouth gargle. I’m sure I could have used some . . .
