Momentum More Than Moxie

(Roadtrip Day 1)

The day began with plenty of tears after saying goodbye to my family this morning. Even pursuing the "right" destination is hard when you're leaving loved ones. Of course it is supposed to be a "see you soon", but the pain is deep and the void is wide where my favorite people reside in my heart and in my life. Both Joshua and I admitted to making up scenarios in our mind about how or why we should stay in DFW at least a little longer, simply needing and wanting more time, not wanting to say goodbye. It makes me misty eyed to think about it and really all I could do today was think and talk about other things in order to bring myself to the present and really enjoy this journey we are on. To some degree, the resolution to stay on the westbound road was more momentum than moxie. I had no great bravery, resolution, or revelation. I simply knew that our spirits and our circumstances were like headed like a wave to the shore: timely and inevitable. So we drove.


Windmills in west Texas


Our open road

We made an 8 hour, 461 mile dent in our roadtrip for Day 1. It was mostly quiet, relaxing, and uneventful until just outside of Roswell. Our gas gauge read empty when we were about thirty miles outside of Tatum and forty miles away from Roswell. We pulled over to a rest stop thinking that it would be easier for someone to find us but after several phone calls to police stations and wrecker services, we realized it would be hours or lots of money before we would be taken care of. Even AT&T required 72 hours to activate roadside assistance. I think we both got tired of trying at the same time and I told Joshua, "I kind of want to just start driving." So we did. Miraculously (for sure), we made it 35 miles on an "empty" tank and pulling a trailer! There is just no other way to call it anything but God's grace.



Once in Roswell, we filled up on gas and checked into our hotel. After a quick shower, we decided that we would do the UFO Mickey D's tomorrow and headed out to drive around a bit and eat at a Mexican restaurant recommended by a friend. Joshua and I are fans of the 90s [teen drama] tv show, Roswell, so we looked up the original Crashdown Cafe location (even though Roadside America said it's been closed since 2003). We found that it still had the famous spaceship wreck in its facade but is now a very cheesy alien paraphernalia store. A few photos and a short drive through the alien-lamppost-ed Main St. later, we opted to eat at Farley's, a diner/pub that stayed more alongside our alien themed visit.



Tomorrow's plans include the UFO Research Center and the oh-so-special spaceship-inspired McDonald's then an approximate eleven hour drive to Mesa, where Joshua's parents live. I am ready to do my own "crashing" in Roswell.

Leaving one state for another

Today was the first day of our road trip back to Redding. While it has been really exciting and I'm really glad to be on a great trip with my amazing wife, I did not expect leaving to be so difficult. It turns out I really love the people that have come into my life. To be honest it's going to be a real bummer to not be able to call up family and friends to see if they want to hang out and see them 5 minutes later. It has been the most difficult part of this moving process and many tears have shed. :(

The road trip itself is a blast. We spent 8 hours getting to Roswell, NM, and it is as cheesy as you have probably imagined. It is the same as any other small town in America, with the exception of alien paraphernalia being plastered all over, which includes everything from alien faces on the lamppost, to UFOs "crashing" into buildings, and even the UFO-shaped McDonalds. All in all, Roswell has so far lived up to this nerds expectations.

As for the driving itself, I think road trips are some of the best times for Rachel and I to connect. We got to spend the morning drive observing beautiful scenery and discussing our last few hours with siblings. I think the most exciting thing that happened was when we ran out of gas in between Tatum, NM and Roswell, NM. We were about 23 miles from Tatum and about 30 miles from Roswell. We called three police stations and two trucking services. No one seemed to be able to help or they wanted $120 dollars to drive out and give us 5 gallons of gas. No, thank you. So Rachel said "I almost just want to keep driving", which I knew meant, "I bet you if we go, God will provide a miracle for us." AND HE DID! We drove 35 miles on an empty tank of gas. It was really amazing.

Anyway, it's late and it has definitely been an emotional few weeks, so I am going to catch some shut eye and maybe write more another night :)

Joshua J. Dobler