At long last, we are finally home. It’s hard to wrap your head around any road trip a few short hours after it’s concluded, let alone one this short yet somehow so packed with drama. Let’s just say it’s that educational at the very least. Yes, I hit every destination I’d planned to, and was able to see more…
Triplog Day 10: Bookends in Bend
We’ve all heard the saying, “Stick with what works.” But what if everything you’ve done up to this point has resulted in varying levels of catastrophe as has been the case so far with this road trip? Say fuck it, and double down. We started off the morning with breakfast on the Stanford campus with Fiona and Will. Technically,…
Triplog Day 9: On the Road Again
It’s always hard leaving my grandparents’ house. I don’t take a single moment I have with them for granted, because even anecdotal conversations with those lovebirds is sprinkled with wisdom on life, love and how to stay happy into your 10th decade. From the way Grandpa still insists Grandma take his hand up and down…
Triplog Day 8: Typical Salvini Fun in the Desert
A surprise visit from relatives I haven’t seen in almost 15 years was a real treat for Claire and me. My dad’s brother Larry, his daughter Tonya and her son Bentley showed up around noon with Larry’s wife Sherri and her granddaughter Tatiana. Suddenly we had four generations of Salvini’s under one roof. Bentley showed zero fear…
Triplog Day 7: Come Hell or High Water.
We rolled up to the intersection of Lear Avenue and Indian Trail Road to find the dirt path to my grandparents’ house a mess of deep ruts from flash flooding a few months ago and laughed. It figures that Life would toss a minor speed bump in our way to one of my happiest places on…
Triplog Day 6: A Grand Ol’ Time
After traipsing all around the Southwestern states, getting lost (twice) and almost running out of gas (TWICE) this picture pretty well sums up our trip to the Grand Canyon this afternoon. I’m amazed we made it to Twentynine Palms in one piece.
Triplog Day 5: Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.
Somewhere deep down I knew Las Vegas wasn’t going to let me leave without one last metaphorical bitch slap, but I naïvely assumed I’d earned a drama-free Date Night. Silly me. All it took was a five-minute ride from the Rio to Harrah’s to illustrate just how crucial a precision-fit wheelchair truly is. Things like custom seatbacks and specifically placed armrests…
Triplog Day 4: Limping Gratefully Along
After a day like yesterday, there really is no way to recover other than to put one (figurative) foot in front of the other. That sounds really easy when even your figurative feet aren’t in working order. My chair was officially dead when I woke up this morning, meaning there would be no drunk driving through the…
Triplog Day 3: Déjà vu
Well, fuck. What a day. I don’t even know where to begin. My wheelchair is possessed, and my girlfriend might be dying. Every time I come to this city I get pummeled into submission. Until today it had strictly been at the hands Olympic-caliber opponents on the wrestling mat. This time I had even less of a chance. We…
Triplog Day 2: Death Valley Stinks
Well, I guess I called it. Day Two started off sideways thanks to the utter betrayal of a piece of usually trustworthy technology we rely on for these trips, and now we’re in a fairly shitty situation. Okay, that’s not entirely true: I’m pretty sure the previously lauded Road Mode played a part as well. It’s been well-established by now…
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