Our road trip to and from Utah was amazing--not only because we we got to drive the 2010 Chevy Traverse there and back plus some (Chevy took it away yesterday--whah), but also because we got to visit some spectacular places. But not before I got lost in Denton, Texas at 9 o'clock at night. True story.
Then it was: "Amarillo by morning, up from Dallas Fort Worth. Everything that we got is in the Chevy Traverse." My husband threatened to leave me on the side of the road if I sang that ever again.
Personally, I thought it was rather clever.
And we did make it to Amarillo by 3 am. Or so. Team Hall 'N Nass on Twitter and my friend, Berry Lowman, kept me awake. That and the two Monster drinks and three Dr Peppers I drank.
By the way, I have a very useful tip for you: When asked in Utah what kind of drink you're drinking, just answer "a sparkling lemonade" if sipping a Monster or "canned prune juice" while covering the words "Dr Pepper" unless you want a lecture on the consequences of caffeine. Don't say I didn't warn you.
And then I almost died.
Sunday morning as the sun was rising over the New Mexican high desert, the caffeine had finally taken a toll on my dear husband who suddenly needed to make a major contribution to the nearest city. Alas, there was no nearby cities to speak of. Just a closed rest stop and an old abandoned gas station a quarter-mile from the interstate down a gravelly road. So my husband pulled over faster than a fly on crap and made his contribution on the side of the road. Even though there was an abandoned farm building just on the other side of this fence.
And it was also that photograph that nearly got me killed.
Because as we traced my footsteps in the pink New Mexican sand, we both saw this:
Well actually, my husband spotted it first. If it hadn't been so cold that morning, that rattlesnake would have surely bitten me. Especially since I had stepped within six inches of it's grasp. SIX inches.
So I carefully walked the four feet back to the Chevy Traverse, snapped a few quick photographs, and then we headed off to Soda Dam Falls, New Mexico where I jumped out and took this photo:
We then drove on trying to find Jemez Springs, stopping at Battleship Rock for a moment.
While there, I told my middle child that he was going to laugh when he saw pictures of himself when he got older..."Nuh uh, NOPE!" was all he had to say to that:
After somehow missing Jemez Springs, we decided we'd see how the Chevy Traverse handled unpaved roads. So, we took a short cut which ended up not being so short back to the main highway that would take us to Colorado and then to Utah. Let me just say that it was the quietest and easiest road to maneuver in the Chevy Traverse. It definitely would have been a far different experience in my present vehicle. But more on that later.
The rest of our road trip to Price, Utah is coming up soon. And in case you were wondering, this is not my review. I'm still working on that.
Disclosure: Chevy sponsored our summer vacation with a 2010 Chevy Traverse. Duh.