It Begins

I am about halfway done with "Neither Here Nor There Travels In Europe" by Bill Bryson. This travel memior of sorts is filled with dry humor, personal agendas, and on a whim adventureousness. Whilst reading this book, I have discovered that this is how it all comes together. I am to take a break from "the real world" (employment, apartment, responsibility...) and fulfil my fantasy of taking a road trip. Once upon a dream I imagined this trip with another individual. The current fantasy is a solo trip, though not one without friends and persons of that general nature. I will drive alone. I will travel alone. I will simply use my friends in certain cities (though use is such a harsh word) for their free couches or guest bedrooms, bathrooms that don't require "shower shoes", and kitchens that produce meals without having to order off a menu. Though it is actually not fair at all to say that I will be using my friends for their inexpensive and inexplicably convenient lodgings, the trip is about them. This recent road trip fantasy derived from my deep desire to visit my friends from high school, college, random knowings in life, and the internet who I haven't seen (or met, in some cases of my internet friends) in a period of time that is unsuitable if I am to consider these people my friends.The plan is this: to visit as many friends in as many cities as possible but still see some great American (and Canadian!) outposts (Grand Canyon, Redwood Forest, Niagara Falls to name a few) while driving full circle from NY. It seems impossible... or at least undesirable.Now if only I could pick up a car in Yellowstone National Park and leave it in Fairfield, CT with ~10,000 miles or so added on...