Wow, can’t believe I’ve already been here in Illinois for over a month! It’s been a crazy time, as moving always is. I left California on the morning of April 19th at 6 AM, driving a 20-foot U-Haul truck, packed full with my stuff, including my motorcycle and one of Sean’s dirt bikes. I was also towing my Honda Civic behind on a tow dolly, which I discovered has its challenges. One of them being you cannot back up. I also discovered the hard way that with a rig like that, you have a very large turning radius.
I wanted to get an early start so I could get out of California early before I hit much traffic. Although I have driven many many miles as tour leader, driving a big Ford Van and towing a trailer, the U-Haul truck with my car was quite a big taller and longer, and I was worried how it would handle. I was pleasantly surprised to find that driving on the road was very similar to the van and trailer, as long as I remembered how long I was. But I suppose I got a little over-confident…
I made it to Reno a little after 10:30 as I had hoped I would, then continued on the most boring stretch of the drive on 80. But I had music and audiobooks, so I was fine. That afternoon, just outside of Winnemucca I pulled into a gas station to get fuel. However, I pulled up to the pump way too close, and then realized I was stuck-I couldn’t pull forward or the trailer would hit the concrete buttress at the end of the pump island. And I couldn’t back up either. Oh shit.
After a brief freak-out, I asked one of the station attendants for help, and he was kind enough to come outside and assist me. He managed to get the rig pulled forward away from the pump but we discovered there was no enough room to turn around as you could not drive all the way through. So in the end we had to take the car off the tow dolly, then the tow dolly off the truck, turn it around, and re-hook it back on, then get my car back on the dolly. I was back on the road in about half an hour, which wasn’t too bad considering. But from then on I was extra careful to make sure that any gas station or parking lot I went into had a way out for me.
After about 10 hours of driving I made it to Wendover without any more mishaps, and got a room at the Peppermill there, where I had the worst margarita I have ever had. I couldn’t even finish it, it was so sickly sweet. What a waste of tequila.
My plan the next day was to make it as far into Nebraska as I could but you know what they say about making plans…
I got into Wyoming and then started seeing signs saying that 80 was closed for a 100 mile stretch between Rawlins and Laramie due to an accident. At first I thought it had just happened and figured it would be cleared by the time I got there. Then I found out that it had happened days earlier, and was a multi-car pile-up with a hazmat spill, so the highway wasn’t going to open up anytime soon. I ended up having to take a detour up to Casper, Wyoming, and then to Cheyenne, a 300-mile detour as opposed to what was supposed to be a 149-mile drive. Lucky me. I spent the night in a hotel in Cheyenne, then hit the road at 5:50 AM.
And didn’t stop till I made it to our new home in Plainfield, IL….
I was so glad to have made it, you have no idea. Driving that big truck and towing my car was stressful.
So, since that day I have been working on getting my studio up and running and am starting to work on some new pieces. Although I miss my family and friends back in California, I am loving finally living with Sean again and excited about this new chapter in our lives.
And I love my new studio!
Stay tuned, new designs coming soon!