by Lillian Csernica on April 21, 2016
I love a good road trip. The fact that I usually take them with my best friend, collaborator, and partner in crime Pat MacEwen does help. Here are my Top Five Reasons Why I Love Road Trips.
Staying in hotels — Air conditioning, big beds, and maid service. What’s not to love? Of course, there was that one haunted hotel….
You see life in detail — Little jukeboxes at every table in a Utah diner. Entering the city of St. Louis, Missouri. Black Butte, the cinder cone near Mt. Shasta. Traveling down the California coast on Hwy 101 and stopping to see the waves crashing against the cliffs. All the stars you can see at night out in the middle of nowhere in Arizona.
Plenty of time to work out story ideas and/or problems — Pat and I have discussed many of our works-in-progress while on the road. It’s usually up to me to take notes. Now that I’ve started doing my share of the driving, she’ll have to play scribe. I don’t think we’ve ever had a story conference quite like the Night of the Lavender Oreos, at least not while we were on the road. Safety first!
The variety of food is great — The Black Bear Diner. That BBQ place Pat and I stopped at on the way home from RadCon. The Mongolian BBQ in Stockton, CA. The reliably low-cost comfort food at various Denny’s locations all over the Pacific Northwest.
The people I meet:
The Man From Glasgow. I met him on the casino floor of the Stratosphere in Las Vegas. He was trying to find his way to the elevators. Suddenly we were arm in arm, laughing and chatting. He wouldn’t believe me when I told him I wanted to see Glasgow more than Edinburgh.
The nurse on duty with us when Chris, Michael and I had to spend the night in a Red Cross Shelter because it rained so hard that winter our house was in danger of being flooded. Turned out she was regional director for the Red Cross with NICU experience. She got stuck where we did by the landslides, so we all huddled together.
My Ohio cousins. There are more than a few. The first time we met, they ganged up on me, tied me to a tree, and blasted me with Spiderman squirt guns. My family is so scattered that I haven’t had a lot of that kind of group family mayhem in my life. Now I’m old enough to know how precious it really is.
To say nothing of the wide and wonderful variety of folks I meet at science fiction conventions….