ROADTRIP!

I recently went on a week-long roadtrip with my friend, Jacqueline, from California to Texas by way of Colorado (ya know, 'cause it's on the way). Jacqueline posted a detailed account of our journey together on her blog, of which I have a copy here.

I won't bother to repeat the logistics, since Jac kept such a detailed log. But there were some gems on this trip that should definitely not go unmentioned. First of all, that stretch of road along interstate 80, from Salt Lake City up through the corner of Utah into Wyoming, is absolutely beautiful. It's a shame I don't have any pictures. We saw the most beautiful hills (Jac said they reminded her of the the movie "Heidi"), some covered in green grass, some covered in trees. Some were that orange colour you would expect to see at the Grand Canyon, whilst others were different still, made up of visible layers of different sedimentary rocks combining to form a beautiful landscape. I'm glad Jac drove most of that stretch so that I could enjoy the view.

Boulder was another surprise. It was a lot smaller than we had expected, but a very beautiful little city right at the bottom of the Rocky Mountains. We did a couple very short hikes in the evenings, and checked out Denver too while we were out there. Jac is thinking of moving to that area one day.

But why was I even on this roadtrip, you ask? Well, I could tell you that Jac is going on a three month trip to Mexico, and wanted to leave her car in Texas (where she is from), and I went along to keep her company. That's only part pf the reason, though. The truth is, I was born in San Antonio, Texas, but left when I was only seven months old. I've never been back, but have always wanted to see the city. Well, I'm glad I finally got my chance. San Antonio was a lot of fun. I thoroughly enjoyed the hunt for the hospital that I was born at (Wilford Hall), the village we used to live in (Billy Mitchell on Kelly Air Force Base), and the ballet school that my mother used to teach at. We even found an old friend of hers at the studio. Mum told me about an Irish pub, Durty Nelly's, that she and my dad used to hang at on the San Antonio River Walk (pictured right), and Jac and I found it with a very lively pianist inside, so we spent an hour there before heading back to Kerrville, where Jac's home is.

All in all I had a good time, and I can finally say I've seen San Antonio now! Pictures are here.