Ya’ll know I’ve been tweeting about my trip out West, but I really hadn’t had a lot of time to sit down and talk about it. So, fair warning, this post might get a little long.
I wasn’t even sure if our 1996 Volkswagen Jetta would be capable of making the more than 2100 mile trip to Oregon. From the start, I knew it was very possible that I’d be stranded somewhere in the Great Plains. I don’t know if any of you have ever been out that way, but there are times where you can see for miles and miles and there is nothing resembling human civilization. Even the cars on the Interstate become few and far between. Everyone knows how crazy I am about Breanna, though, so it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that, in my mind, it was completely worth the risk.
I’ve been outside of Tennessee before, but not in this direction. I’d never been off the East Coast. I went through Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah, and Idaho before I finally reached Oregon. I didn’t have to go very far into Oregon, because Breanna lived right on the border just outside of Boise, Idaho. I left about 5:45 AM CST on Friday, February 12th and I got there around 9:30 PM MST, on Saturday, February 13th. I was pretty damn determined to spend Valentine’s Day with my girl!
Her parents aren’t exactly thrilled that she’s gay, but I, honestly, felt very welcome in their home. They asked us to spend the night at a motel, which was fine, and we thought we’d be leaving the next day, anyway. Needless to say, I’m glad did because it was nice to have time alone, together, for Valentine’s Day.
We went back to her parent’s house, which is really lovely, by the way, and Breanna made us all Biscuits & Gravy for Valentine’s Day breakfast from scratch. I think we got to know each other pretty well, that day.
Breanna had a lot of things to finish packing so it didn’t look like we were going to get out of there on Sunday, either. Also, the shocks on our car were so bad, we weren’t sure we could even put her stuff in the car without dragging the bumper the whole way home. The trip, itself, was costing us so much that we really didn’t have a set of new shocks, struts, and an alignment in our budget. Her parents even pulled me aside and said we really need to get that fixed before we leave. They knew we didn’t have the money for it, so I don’t know why they’d be telling me this. That’s when her dad completely stunned me and said that he’d be taking care of it.
We didn’t find a place to do it until Monday morning. It was supposed to be done that afternoon but the guy working on our car had some sort of medical emergency; rumor has it that he died because of our car. They finished it up on Tuesday and we were finally able to start packing stuff up into it. We really did overload it because by the time it was done, the bumper was just a few inches off the ground. I can’t imagine how impossible this would have been without the new shocks.
Before I continue, I’d like to say how grateful I am to her parents for allowing me to stay there and for helping make our trip home possible, and safer. I really like them a lot and really enjoyed being there. I can’t wait to visit, again. Furthermore, I’m really grateful to Chalaine for being as sweet and understanding as can be. We had a lot of fun hanging out with her.
We took a different route home which allowed me to cross through Colorado and Kansas for the first time. I haven’t really checked, but I think I’ve been through, at least, half of the 50 states! On our way home, we took a couple videos with the Ipod that I got her for Christmas, but I don’t know how those came out yet. Hopefully, it’s something I can post!
We had a little incident in Denver, Colorado where one of the four new tires that I put on the car before I left decided it weighed too much. We were towed off the interstate and stayed at the DoubleTree Hilton hotel for the night. The next morning we used their shuttle service to get a new tire, but a second one was badly worn, so we then drove to the Firestone we got that tire from to get a second one put on. We were back on the road by our noon checkout time that Wednesday.
We got to drive through Castle Rock, an adorable little town just south of Denver in Colorado. If I could pick one place in the world to spend the rest of my life, this would be it. Of course, that’s only if I can spend it with Breanna. She liked it too, but she’s keeping an open mind for other places as well. I just hope that if she decides on something else, that it’s at least something very similar.
The rest of the trip was really uneventful. There’s almost nothing but gas stations until you get to Kansas City, Missouri. We got home, safe and sound, on Thursday afternoon, and we’re almost settled in.
Breanna really is my Manifest Destiny, and my life truly feels complete.

