Most folks visit Las Vegas to gamble, party and do things that they hope will stay in Vegas. But having lived there for a short amount of time in my early 20s, there’s a great place not far out of town that worth a visit: the Alpine community of Mount Charleston.
Well, this one is way out of town… it’s at the other end of the country, at least for us here in San Diego. And it’s not the east coast, it’s the northern border: A trip around Washington State in a great road car, the Lincoln MKT sport-utility.
Hard to believe it’s been a year since I jumped on Amtrak’s Pacific Surfliner, then Coast Starlight for the overnight ride from San Diego to Seattle. There, I grabbed a Lincoln MKT and cruised to the opposite corner of The Evergreen State through a bit of snow and slush. After a week on the road, I hopped back on the Coast Starlight for the trip back home.
A few years back I spent a several weeks working in Moorhead, Minn., and as things go in the interstate twin cities of Fargo, ND and Moorhead, my budget-priced hotel was across the Red River in Fargo. Wandering around one Sunday afternoon, I headed west to where Fargo runs out and Interstate 94 makes one of its infrequent turns before heading west across the prairie.
Fatigue is setting in and you’ve been motoring eastbound (or north-, south- or west-bound) all day on Interstate Whatever. Up ahead at Exit 134 is a major-brand motel and, even though you find the parking lot choked with Family Trucksters, the somewhat worn out desk clerk says they’ve got a room.
A friend’s upcoming visit to Washington, D.C. brought back memories of my six weeks there back in 2001. Yes, that 2001, it was when I was working for FEMA and was called to headquarters after the September 11 attacks.
After a decent night’s sleep, those of us on the Coast Starlight today awoke to blue skies as we looped around Mt. Shasta. The big rock is covered with snow and glistened in the morning sun. I popped into the dining car to enjoy an early breakfast.