Start the trip out on little to no sleep -- check!

Trip Start Jun 04, 2010
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Trip End Jul 11, 2010


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Meredith's apartment

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Friday, June 4, 2010

Work on Friday was a struggle -- trying to tie up all my loose ends while thoughts of the trip, soo close in sight now, flew through my mind. Had I packed this? Where did I put that? Was I going to get to Union Station in time for my train to Charlottesville, or was the metro going to be a b*tch and hold me hostage a couple hundred feet below the ground just long enough to screw things up? Pretty standard internal freaking-out for me, just on a bit of a larger scale this time.

I made it to the station and onto the train just fine, of course. I had intentions of getting some shut-eye on the 2-and-a-half hour ride down to Charlottesville (where Meredith lives), but I way was too excited for any of that. Finally free from the stresses and distractions of DC and work, my mind was now fully immersed in the details of the trip. Ok, what should we see while we're in Denver? How many and which hikes can we fit into our time at Zion NP? What is there to do in Casper, WY? (The answer actually being nothing... hence its removal from the route.)

I arrived in Charlottesville right on schedule and strolled over to Meredith's apartment, just a few blocks away. She was right in the thick of packing, clothes and books and car maintenance supplies and camping gear strewn across the apartment, all of which would need to conform and find its place among just a few duffle bags. We needed to at least attempt to pack "lightly," as at points along this trip we may actually have up to 3 additional people traveling the road with us. We had to resist the urge to bring the kitchen sink.

At this point, my brain was completely and utterly fried. I could hardly hold a conversation with Meredith and I definitely could not focus on consolidating my 5 bags into 2. We decided it was time to officially kick off the trip with a champagne toast, and as the bubbles worked their way through my bloodstream, I finally started to feel relaxed and able to function like a human being (this may sound a little concerning, but I promise, you have nothing to worry about, Mom).

It was 2:30am before we had finally squeezed the last piece of clothing into the last square inch of suitcase, and we finally turned in for a couple hours of sleep.
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