I will go (second, then).
June, 2003.
1. The future wife and I leave middle Georgia and head west. We make 300 miles and spend one night at my parents house in Alabama.
2. Early on day two we head west out of Cullman, AL on 278 west through west Alabama, parts of Mississippi, Memphis, and the middle of Arkansas stopping in Ft. Smith around 5:30 pm. We catch Carlos Montoya and his band at Neidermeyer's Bier Garten. BBQ, beer, and loud guitars.
3. Day three we continue west through Oklahoma (stopping at the "Route 66" museum) and continuing on to Clovis, NM, arriving late.
4. Day four we backtrack 7 miles to Cannon AFB and pick up a little "A-liner" camper, hook it to the 2001 Monte Carlo (light duty hitch compliments of "U-haul") and load it up with ice, beverages, and red meat. We stop at the grave of William Bonney and continue to "four corners" for a very brief stop.
We make it to the top of Ute Mountain on fumes and stay at a very convenient Casino, Campground, gas station, restuarant. The secenery is becoming astounding to a southern boy.
5. Day five we continue pulling the little (loaded) A-liner camper over fairly respectably-sized mountains and into the Moab, Utah KOA. I can't recommend KOA based on the 3 days we were there but I can HIGHLY recommend Moab, Utah. It is spectacularly beautiful, the weather is nice and dry, and there are MANY attractions and activities located immediately close. You wouldn't think that hiking in a National Park like Arches is that much fun, but it was for me.
6. Day eight we leave Moab :frown: and drive east to Telluride, Colorado. Pulling the camper (01 Monte Carlo with a 3.4 liter V-6) up and down at least two 13000 ft mountains. Turns out the future wife has an irrational fear of falling off of mountains. Her attempts to convince me to drive on the wrong side of the road so that she will be further from the edge fail and we arrive in Telluride around mid-day. Having paid for a "camp-site", we are the only people with a camper (most everyone else is sleeping in cars or tents). After dropping the trailer and setting up the camp we catch the schoolbus to day one of the 30th annual Telluride Bluegrass Festival. It rains for about an hour after we get there and we huddle under a tarp. I cannot really recommend the Telluride Bluegrass Festival mainly because of how they allocated the general admission seating. Being "in the back" was an experience of a different kind, though. Three days of music.
7. Day ten we leave Telluride, CO and head back to Clovis, NM. Stop in Albuquerque, NM for dinner.
8. Day eleven back at Cannon AFB we turn in the A-liner camper and drive to Abilene, Texas where we stop for the night. The future wife and I find the recommended steakhouse and we both order the most petite steaks offered. They are both about 20oz. I finished mine.
9. Day twelve is only a short drive into Arlington. We already have tickets to a Texas Rangers game. The Ballpark at Arlington has some interesting aspects but is not really a fans park. We bar-hop the two miles to the game, are over-served at the game, and somehow managed to crawl back to the correct hotel (the room key worked, anyway).
10. Day thirteen I am badly hungover. Eight hours sleep and a breakfast yes, but headache until noon, also yes. By the time I start feeling better we are almost to Mississippi. Running out of days off, we finish this day driving 845 miles and all the way home.
The Monte Carlo developed a strange "hesitation" shifting (disconcerting when pulling out into traffic) and I had the tranny replaced under warranty a month or so after we got back. I'm still driving that car. It will be ten years old in two months.