Going Solo

….around the world in a rowboat.  Ok, maybe not that far, but I am taking a solo weekend trip (I am so sad –as far as Steven knows) to Pittsburgh in a couple of weeks.  It is part of the baseball stadium tour that I am doing with my son and we’re meeting there for a Cubs v. Pirates game.

My plan is drive out there (about 7 1/2 hour drive) on Saturday morning; catch the game Saturday night, then turn around and drive home on Sunday.   I usually like to be in the city around lunch time, so it might be a very early departure.  The Saab needs a little bit of care before I go.  An oil change (we have done 6,500 miles or so since the last one in June) and I think the wheels need to be aligned as I feel a slight tug on them when traveling on the highways (of course never more than the speed limit–note the part about the New Mexico State Trooper).  I will probably take care of those this week.

I haven’t picked up tickets yet, but I will do that this week.  I want to avoid sitting near the visitors dugout because Cubs fans travel so well.  We made that mistake when we went to Miami earlier this year and saw the Cubs play the Marlins.  Everyone around us was from Chicago,  I will look for seats on the Pirates side of the stadium this time.  I am hoping we will see Jon Lester and Chris Archer pitch; we haven’t been to a real pitcher’s duel in a while.

Usually our plan is to find a nice place for lunch, get to the game early to see batting practice and the pre-game presentations and then hang out for the game.  Since we are both driving, I expect we will have a nice breakfast Sunday morning then hit the road.  If anyone has suggestions for lunch and breakfast places near the stadium, please let me know.

Who needs to plan ahead?

I know, this posting is two days late.  I am sorry, I’ve been otherwise occupied and simply haven’t had the time to get this one done.

When we last left off our  intrepid travelers, they had just returned home from a two-week, all-fun vacation to the outer reaches of Utah.  Exhausted and elated, they set down their bags (and hiking gear) and thought “home sweet home.”  However, lurking in the back of Steven’s sun and heat soaked brain was the realization that he promised to go to the MLB All-Star Game with his son, who lives in Baltimore.  Turns out that the game is July 17th in Washington D.C.

Since this trip was Steven’s to plan alone….nothing got organized.  We checked on the flight and decided that $900 for two people was just too much to spend (Per Sue:  We could go to Paris for that price!! I know right! Paris or Baltimore…hmmmm.).  You know what that means–ROAD TRIP!!!

It is a pretty short drive, only  11 hours and 713 miles door-to-door.  We leave tomorrow (Saturday morning) real early (6 a.m.) and should be there around 6 p.m. Saturday night.  Sunday we may (likely?) go to the futures game.  Monday we will relax and then Tuesday night is the big game.  Wednesday morning it is back on the road home.  Whew.  Good thing we like being in the car!

Moral of the story….If you want to fly, don’t leave Steven to organize the trip.

On the Road (to Skokie)

Today was our first day on the drive home.  We woke and breakfast in Moab at 4000 feet, the weather at 8 a.m. was 87 degrees on the way to an estimated high of 97.  We had a great last breakfast at the B&B, packed up the car, put the top down and were on our way.  The drive through the remainder of Utah was uneventful.  After about 3 hours we were in Colorado at the foot of the Rockies.

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I-70 at the western foot of the Rockies

Sue took over the driving and we climbed to over 10,000, past Vail, Breckenridge, and the other ski towns.  About 30 miles short of Denver the heavens started spitting, so we stopped to put the top up on the car.  We hit Denver about 2 p.m. and stopped for lunch at a nice little Italian place.

After lunch, we flopped back into the car with a flexible plan on where to stop for the night.  At a minimum, we wanted to make it to Fort Meyers, Colo.; but we hopped to get as far as Grand Island, Neb., if the wind was at our backs and our sails were

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Rainbow outside Ogallala, Neb. Picture by Steven, I was driving.

full.  Sue was once again at the helm (sorry, I seem to have gone all nautical) and we drove out of the city into the seemingly endless flat plains.  The traffic wasn’t bad and soon the miles were falling away.  As we drove east, we noticed that the temperature had dropped precipitously.  It was in the mid-50s outside 20180630_182037and we were down to about 2,800 feet.  At about 7 p.m. CDT, we passed into Nebraska and it started raining, for much of the time the rain was relatively mild, but enough to make us decide to stop in North Platte.  About 45 minutes away, the heavens opened up and it poured.  At about 8 p.m. we arrived at our hotel, cold and tired (I already miss 100 degrees and not a cloud in the sky!).  Once in the room we turned in the heat. 😪