
Back in September, I wrote a
post about when I came out to L.A. My college friend and I drove across this great Country of ours, to get from NY to L.A.
There were many stories to be told, about that journey. Here are some of the high and low points of that journey, as best I can remember.
Long Island, NYWe began our journey in NY on April 19, 1979. It was the Thursday after Easter and thankfully, a beautiful day. We said goodbye to my Mom and my baby brother and headed out. We quickly drove down the Eastern Seaboard, to Laurel, MD, where we developed a rattle in our engine. The attendant at this station said to add oil to the car and things got better. We camped at Lake Renovia, in Charlottsville, VA. As one would expect at this time of the year, when we woke up in the morning, it was freezing cold. We packed the car and headed out. Shortly after we began, we stopped at The
Natural Bridge of VA, which was beautiful, but we felt, it was exploited, especially since it's a natural piece of the landscape. We continued on and traveled through the
Blue Ridge Mountains and passed under
Skyline Drive. We camped in Knoxville, TN.
Nashville, TNThe next morning, we drove the short distance to Nashville, TN and camped right outside
Opryland USA. We set up our tent and we then went to Opryland. We managed to go to 4 theme areas (the themes are American Music). The Fifties, Riverboat, Contemporary and Lazar Rock. My favorite was the last one. We also rode some of the rides, the Wabash Cannonball, a log flume and something called the Little Deuce Coupe. We both wished we had more time to spend there, but we finally left and slept in our tent. It rained overnight and the tent made it. :-)
When we woke up, it was still lightly raining and so we put the tent in the back seat of the car, to dry. and headed out.
Benton, ARThis was probably the worst event the entire trip across the country. Since it was late April, when we got to the Mississippi River, the spring rain had swollen the river to just about flood stage. Luckily for us, it overshot the banks a day or so later. So we made it across the river, going from Tennessee, to Arkansas. It was pouring rain and we decided to pitch the tent and then go out and get something to eat, rather then cook on an outdoor fire. We thought that was a good idea... (cue scary music)
So we go to a Pizza Inn in Benton, Arkansas and ordered a spicy Taco Pizza. My girlfriend is a friendly and chatty person, more so then I am. The result of this is that we struck up a conversation with the wait staff. They heard that we were traveling from NY to L.A. and they soon brought over a young man, who they said was thinking of moving to NY. So we told him some stuff about life in NY and then we discussed what movies were in the area and where the theater was. (can I tell you what a BIG mistake this was?) :-)
We drove to the movie theater and watched a movie called Psychic.(it was a scary movie). Lots of people getting killed and such. So we leave the theater at the end, spooked from the film. As I am driving my companion notices that we are being followed... Uh oh...
I drive to our campsite...mistake number 2...or is it 3?
The car follows us and we find out that it is the young man from the Pizza Inn. Great...
We decide to get back in the car and go get some help. (this is the first smart thing we have done yet)
Unfortunately for us...he follows us...up onto Interstate 30... We decide to go the way we came, north to Little Rock.
Since he is right behind us, a high speed chase ensues, in the pouring rain. We see a truck stop over on the right, a few exits up and we decide to call the cops at a phone in the truck stop. We pull in and we run out and find a phone. We call the cops and tell them we have this guy following us and we want out of their fair part of the State, pronto. All we want is some coverage, so we can pick up our tent and gear. The police meet us at the campground and watch over us until we can get the tent down and pack up our stuff.

We get right back onto the Interstate, this time going to the South and drive until we reach a town of a big enough population, that they have a place we can rent a room for the night. That place ends up being Arkadelphia, AR. We do not see anyone following us and we feel safe enough to get ourselves a room at The Town House Motel. We slept well...
The next morning, we showered at the motel (a good thing) and continued our journey in places such as:
Dallas TX
Tucson, AZ
Grand Canyon, AZ
To be continued...
Cross Country Take 3 is
here.