Roadtrip Hotlanta: The Conclusion!

UPDATE: I AM HOME FROM MY ROAD TRIP!!!

Yes, I do realize it’s February 2016 and my trip ended last year.  But I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten about you.  I really tried to blog from the road, but after 2 nights pecking posts onto my iPhone, exhausted from driving and my wonky ear, I said FORGET THIS.  Road trips are supposed to be fun!  So please just sit back, pretend it’s 3 months ago, and enjoy the ride.

From Atlantic City I drove south to Baltimore.  I spent two nights at the Hotel Brexton; a charming place within walking distance of the Walters Art Museum, Maryland Historical Society, the Enoch Pratt Free Library, the (first) Washington Monument, Peabody Library, and an awesome vegan soul food restaurant, the Land of Kush, where I had dinner both nights.  The only time I had to use the car was to see the Baltimore Museum of Art, and afterward I caught a beautiful sunset at the Patterson Park Pagoda.  It was magical.

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After Baltimore, I drove west over scenic rolling hills to the Museum of the Shenandoah Valley, where in addition to some terrific local history, I discovered an Oscar-worthy exhibit called CUT! Costume and the Cinema.  Holy sequins!  43 original costumes from period films like Sense and Sensibility, The Duchess, and Pirates of the Caribbean, worn by some of my favorite actors and actresses -Johnny Depp! Kate Winslet! Uma Thurman! to name a few.

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Afterward, I made my way south to Foamhenge, a quirky, must-see roadside attraction,

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before arriving at my next stop: Roanoke. I thoroughly enjoyed the Taubman Museum of Art and O. Winston Link Museum, checked out the quaintly hip downtown shopping / dining district (strangely dead on Sunday), and proceeded up Mill Mountain to see the famous star.

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The following day, I continued my drive south through the stunning mountains and impossibly green valleys to the laid-back oasis of Asheville.  My first day was spent digesting the oversized morsel that is the Biltmore Estate.  (It really is a spectacular meal.)

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Day Two was spent downtown, at the excellent Asheville Art Museum and the smaller, though equally powerful aSHEville Museum.  I ate lunch at a cute coffee shop, the Green Sage Cafe, with big glass windows overlooking a busy corner of the city.  A photo shoot for sportswear was happening outside, so I happily munched a sandwich, chips, and cookie while watching spandex-clad models pretend to walk to yoga class.  FUN!

The next morning I drove south to my final destination:  Atlanta!  Over the next ten days, my family and I celebrated Thanksgiving and my sister’s birthday.  We basked in the warm November air, rolling in the grass, swinging, taking walks, playing games, coloring, chalking, and just being together.  We drank wine and watched TV.  We ate, and then ate some more.  My beloved husband and daughters flew down to join in the fun, so we got to enjoy the High Museum of Art, the Martin Luther King Jr. historic site, Centennial Olympic Park, the Fernbank Museum, the Carlos Museum, the Dekalb Farmers Market, and Atlanta Botanical Garden, and more, together.  It was wonderful.

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I drove north in gray skies and a spitting rain, over and around mountains, arriving several hours later in Charleston, West Virginia.  It looked a lot like I felt, a little depressed, but hopeful.  No orange, save for myself.  A good sign.  I stopped by the capitol building for a few photos before proceeding into town.  It was beautiful, a monumental, gold-domed statehouse along the Kanawha River.

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I proceeded to the Clay Center.  The whole town seemed asleep and parking was plentiful.  I still had a headache, but it was manageable for the moment and I needed something stimulating to pull me out of my funk.  The museum staff were friendly and the building spacious, and even though the basement cafe was closed (no coffee for you!) I climbed to the art gallery with a spring in my step.  30 minutes of colorful quilts and origami animals later, I emerged a new woman.

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I found coffee around the corner, a new jacket at a nearby Goodwill, and a tasty dinner at Tricky Fish downtown.  Life was looking up.

The next morning I drove to Pittsburgh.  After a quick lunch at IKEA – my third of the trip! – I made my way to the adjoining Carnegie Museums of Art and Natural History where I lost myself until closing.  I watched the film, The Living Need Light, The Dead Need Music, over and over, entranced by its surreal strangeness.  Picture a New Orleans-esque funeral held in Vietnam, presided over by a boisterous brass band whose leader bears a uncanny resemblance to both Bruce Lee and Elvis.  Sword swallowers, snake charmers, and a scantily-clad lady boy work the crowd of mourners.  There’s food, fire, theatrics, money, music, kung-fu, and chaos.  The whole crazy spectacle was bizarre and completely over-the-top, yet somehow, quietly contemplative and soul-touching.  I absolutely loved it.

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The movie left me dizzy and longing for far-off places, but I was a stranger in Pittsburgh.  What to do??  I googled “Asian Supermarket,” and drove in a dusky drizzle to a small store near the Allegheny River, where I “got my exotic on,” sniffing boxes of tea, ogling unrecognizable foodstuffs, and buying chopsticks and more to bring home.

I’d booked two nights in Pittsburgh, so the next day I was able to visit the Heinz History Center, the Andy Warhol Museum, as well as the National Aviary.  So much fun!

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Unfortunately by the early evening I was starting to feel “off,” as in sick.  I bought a bottle of Vitamin C and took some before going to bed.  By morning there was no denying it; I had a full-fledged cold.  I drove through spitting rain to my final stop, selected solely for being equidistant between Pittsburgh and Portland.  Milford, PA.  The tiny town was quaint, but my chain hotel was further on, parked beside the highway.  There was nothing to do, and in my malaise, I was in no state to do it.  I checked in early, took off my boots, and pulled the covers over my head, fully clothed.  The next morning I drove home feverishly, both literally and figuratively, arriving at my younger daughter’s school just as the dismissal bell rang!  I was SO happy to be home!!!  Almost as happy as my family were to have me back!  YAYYY!!!

Now before signing off I must mention something that really surprised me about the trip.  Apart from what I now term the “Knoxville Debacle,” I had planned everything very carefully.  I’d chosen stops, selected sites, booked hotels, even researched places to get food.  Everything went wonderfully and I enjoyed almost every minute.  The one thing I hadn’t anticipated??  The way I would react to being away from my family and pets for a month.  I call it LOVE STARVATION.  Three days into the trip I ate lunch at IKEA, and afterward on my way to the marketplace, I passed by a bin of stuffed dogs.  Now normally I might – MIGHT – remark on them being cute while I kept on walking.  But the moment I saw them, they triggered some sort of deep-seeded, spontaneous reaction.  It was like flipping an ON switch.  I ran over, grabbed a dog, and began to hug and pet it like crazy.  Which caught me COMPLETELY by surprise.  So meet Lil’ Roxy.  She was my steadfast companion for the entirety of the trip, from Baltimore onward.  My niece fell so deeply in love with her in Atlanta, that she made me promise to mail her to her after I got home, which I happily did.

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My only dilemma now?  To find a suitable replacement!  My next trip down is in May- and the REAL Roxy’s just a bit too big!  HOLLA!!!  IMG_4564

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6 thoughts on “Roadtrip Hotlanta: The Conclusion!

    1. Thanks so much! It was a great trip and now that I’ve written the travelogue, I can relive it again w out the driving. Win! Haha

      Hope you make it to the pagoda soon. It’ll be absolutely beautiful in spring, I’m sure. 😊

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  1. HOW HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF FOAM HENGE??? THAT PAGODA IS GORGEOUS!!! I NEED MORE ORIGAMI IN MY LIFE!!!

    I hear you on getting sick. I forget to drink enough water when I’m traveling; that combined with eating, uh, less optimally, is the path to getting a cold.

    I, too, would never think to check football scheduling. You must have thought you were in the Twilight Zone.

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    1. Yeah I’m surprised I didn’t get sick sooner. I carried my big sippy bottle w me the whole trip so water wasn’t such a big issue, but eating out every meal for days on end did a number on my ear- and eventually my respiratory system. It amazes me I didn’t succumb till the very end! Thank you God!

      The whole Knoxville experience was unfortunate. It looks like a great town and I was beyond bummed I couldn’t enjoy any of it. 😫 I know I’ll return someday, but for now it’s still waaaay too fresh.

      You must make it to foamhenge! Totally something you’d enjoy. Love YA babe! XO

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