On The Road

Apr 12, 2012  |  Posted by: Megan Stay

I went through a phase where I read almost entirely classic literature. Except for Jack Kerouac’s On The Road. Blasphemous as it may be, it was just too pretentious. Too hipster. Which makes sense being that it was essentially the start of the movement. I’m also probably the only person who hated Holden Caulfield. What a little whiner.

For the next three weeks I will be rocking out to more audiobooks than I can comprehend while stuffing my face with fruit leather and forcing my mother to pull to the side of the road so I can take a picture of that cloud over that field with that tree. Because, my friends, I am driving around the country with my mom for three straight weeks. 24/7. Will we survive? Will she live to tell the tale? She is planning on telling a tale. She’s interviewing all her high school classmates from her graduating class of 1962. It’s been 50 years. 25 years ago I did the same thing with her at age three. My only memory from the trip was sleeping in a tent in the rain, being warm and dry in the middle of the tent while my mom and her friend Joyce flanked me sopping wet. Classic three-year-old hostile take over. You can read her first book, Scattered: Like Chaff In The Wind by hunting it down on Amazon or going to the Library of Congress. Or asking me nicely for one of the few precious copies left in her collection.

We’re heading for Sacramento, CA tomorrow and then up to Redding, OR the day after. On to Olympia and Spokane, WA then Coeur d’alene, ID. Then across Montana we go and into Minnesota where I’ll get to hang out in Dalton again. Soon after we spend a lengthy bit of time in my mom’s home town of Turtle Lake, ND and some surrounding areas. I love going back there. It’s become this picture in my head of what life should still be like, quaint, friendly, no traffic or stop lights. We continue on to Detroit, Niagara Falls (the Canadian side for my 30 before 30 list) and then Palmyra, NY. Shortly after that we go to Redding, PA then D.C. and finally Nashville, TN, after which I will fly back to Vegas and be greeted with puppy kisses and husband kisses.

So if you want to keep apprised of all the awesomeness that will surely be happening follow me on Instagram. Username: MegRuth

I will hopefully be updating the blog and facebook with a photo a day each. But who knows what kind of service I’ll have whilst trekking across the U.S. of A.

I hope you’ll join me on my adventure. It surely won’t disappoint!

And here is a slide I found in a silverware drawer today. Because a silverware drawer is a perfectly adequate place to store a solitary slide.


Don’t say I never showed you a picture of myself at age 8 with my face painted as a dog, holding a wooden cane.
If you look carefully you’ll see the doorbell on my front porch. Do not mistake it for a fire alarm box.
It is, in fact, a doorbell. 
There’s also a matching mailbox.
And yes, those bars on that window were there to prevent my brother from escaping as a teenager, not to keep the riff raff out. 😉

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