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T Minus 3 Days till Europe. . .

Back at home for a few days. Beaches is on the Women’s Entertainment Network. I think the girl playing the little Bette Midler is BLOSSOM!

My two weeks in the Southwest were amazing. I spent two great days with Brenna after my train rolled into Albuquerque — we drank good micro-brews, made healthy dinners, ate at quirky restaurants, and smoked menthols on her front porch. I got to meet her boyfriend, Kevin, who was quite nice and welcoming, and see all the cafes Nob Hill has to offer. It was great to catch up with her, talk about our respective futures, jobs, men, and just be real. I definitely felt that I wasn’t able to be real this summer, so it was a welcomed return to normalcy, to my comfort zone, to a great friend.

On Saturday morning, I had Enterprise pick me up at Brenna’s and take me to get a car so I could drive to Glenwood and see Jut. The salesman was a top-notch asshole and flustered me into signing up for some insurance thing, promising he’d take off two days’ worth of charges. I just wanted to get the heck out of there and on the road, so I signed the papers and hit I-25.

The drive to Glenwood was fantastic. Those first few days after YW I felt like everything I did was exactly what I needed at that very point. Spending time with KJ and the conversations we had were what I needed, hanging with Brenna was what I needed, and I definitely needed those 4 hours in the car by myself on the New Mexico backroads. I was only on the interstate for about 60 miles; the rest of the trip was all state routes. When I first saw the mountains on Rt. 180, I started crying — it was a culminating moment of everything that had happened in the past 3 months, and everything that is going to happen in the next 3. It may be cliche, but it was a moment of “God made these amazing mountains, He takes care of this whole wilderness, how can I be so worried about my life, how can I not know that He’s going to take care of things for me.” And I hadn’t really felt that all summer, so it helped me realize how much I needed just to enjoy those days in New Mexico and the coming months.

I rolled into the Ranger Station and Jut was walking to the dumpster outside his apartment — I didn’t even recognize him. I was like, who’s that skinny, hairy kid over there? Oh, it’s Jut!! It didn’t take us long to get reacquainted, but I think we were both a little nervous about seeing each other — 3 months is a long time to be away, and neither of us really knew what to expect of the other after the strange summer experiences we’ve had. But Jut made me dinner that night, we drank a bottle of wine and were quite back to normal.

I got to meet all the people Jut has been working with this summer, who seemed really cool. We went down to Silver City to go grocery shopping — after I planned out what meals we wanted to make and made a detailed grocery list of their ingredients. The next day we went for a day hike on one of Jut’s favorite trails, overlooking the Mogollons and getting my lungs accustomed to hiking at the altitude. We decided to go on a road trip Tuesday, originally destined for the Grand Canyon. We got as far as St Johns, Arizona, when a tire on the rental car blew. I just about flipped, having had enough of the rental car shite already. So we called Enterprise, who connected us with AAA, who were going to send someone out (in an hour) to check out the tire, because I thought rim was bent, and didn’t know how to put on the doughnut. They happened to be doing road work on that portion of 180, and soon enough a few Arizona DOT workers came by and pulled over. They turned out to be really nice guys who changed the tire and pointed us toward an auto shop in St Johns to get a new one and continue our trip. So we went to some hickish car place and bought a used tire for $20; a 14-year-old kid put it on for us and even straighted out the hubcap, which was bent out of shape. We got back on the road and ended up in Flagstaff, where we drank beer, ate hamburgers, and walked around the cool old downtown there. We camped about 1,500 feet above the city at a secluded campground in the mountains, and went for a nice morning hike before heading back east.

Sometime during our driving we decided to abandon the idea of the Grand Canyon (mostly because my dad told us it cost $20 to get in, because of all the tourists at the South Rim and the extra 5 hours of driving to the North). So we opted for Canyon de Chelly on the Navajo Reservation; it took a day of driving on the Res to get there, which is worth it in and of itself. What a flipping depressed place. You forget that places so poor exist within this country. Seriously, by the time we got to the campground at the canyon we were both just drained from the intensity of it. But the Canyon is pretty cool — like a mini Grand Canyon, but you can hike to the bottom, which has lots of green grass and trees and houses and sheep farms still used by Navajo people. The whole thing is run (supposedly) jointly by the National Park Service and the Navajo people, so it’s a bit more cultural than the Grand Canyon.

We started driving back south after the Canyon to go to these natural hot springs Jut had been to in the Jemez Mountains. We got there and shared the hot pool with a bunch of middle-aged Albuquerque hippies, some of whom were nude, and all of whom were obnoxious. But we had a great view of the mountains and it was definitely something I’d never experienced before. The day was still young, so we headed down to Albuquerque and crashed in on Brenna; fortunately we had a 6-pack of Fat Tire to offer. We spent the next two nights there, right in the middle of the killing spree of a schizophrenic man who murdered 5 people, including 2 cops. It was good to be back in the city again, doing city stuff, cafe-hopping, sitting at bars. Albuquerque is a nice place to visit, and I really did like it, but I’m not sure I’d ever want to live there.

We left for Glenwood again on Saturday, just so we had plenty of time to relax and enjoy our last few days together. We cooked a lot and drank a lot of beer, went for a nice hike in the Whitewater Canyon where we hiked during spring break, saw a big old rattling rattlesnake on the trail. Jut took me to this awesome natural pool on the creek, where we stopped for lunch and sunned on these huge rocks. I was glad I got to go to Glenwood and see what his summer was really like. He didn’t let on to me how difficult it was; I knew he was lonely, but didn’t know how lonely. So we had lots of time to talk, to try to explain our summers to each other, even though we didn’t really know what they were like ourselves. We talked about the future too, how it is possible that I might be in San Francisco in a few months, that I can stay with him until I get my feet on the ground, get a job, my own place. It is exciting to think about that — about being in San Francisco, being with Jut, the fact that I won’t be a college student after these next few months, that I will be an adult. Exciting and scary as hell, too.

I got back in the car and drove to Albuquerque, took the car back to Enterprise. Of course, they tried to charge me $500 for it. I tried to be very firm and bitchy, especially about the blown tire pain-in-the-butt, but I just started crying. I told them that this salesman flustered me into paying for the insurance, and told them the deal he pitched to me. They actually honored it and took off the two days, so that is to their credit, at least. I had them drop me off at a cafe on Central, where I sat and felt lost for a few hours. Brenna got off work and I went to her house; she cried with me a bit when I told her about saying goodbye to Jut. We ordered pizza and watched movies with Kevin, and I only had one bout of hysterical crying. Brenna and I had coffee the next morning and she took me to the airport. After a day of flying, I was back in Mom and Dad’s car.

I’m still getting used to the thought that I won’t see Jut until Christmas. Especially after spending such an amazing week with him, really being right back to where we were, having things go even better than I even expected. . .it’s like, Oh, okay, see ya then. It was harder than I thought it would be to leave Glenwood — quite emotional. But I feel incredibly good about us. Compared to the sort of in-between place we were at the beginning of this summer, not really know what was going to happen, I feel confident that our relationship will endure these next few months, and that we will be together. Although our lives are probably going to change more in the next few months than they did in the previous ones, at least we will still be in our normal roles of students — despite new social situations and locales — so there is that to count on. I feel like the bigger obstacle was getting through this summer, and we’ve done that. This fall will be hard, but I feel good about it. I’m excited to go to Prague and tell people my boyfriend is going to graduate school at Stanford. Hot.

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Road Trip Map


Road Trip Map
Originally uploaded by Meg Around The World.

A map with our route plotted on it. The far-west destination is Flagstaff, the far-east is Albuquerque, far-north is Mexican Water, AZ, and southern-most is Silver City, NM. Gallup is the center around which we circumnavigated.

Jut deChelly


Jut deChelly
Originally uploaded by Meg Around The World.

Justin at one stop on our Southwestern Road Trip, overlooking Canyon de Chelly on the Navajo Reservation in Northeastern Arizona.

Meg deChelly


Meg deChelly
Originally uploaded by Meg Around The World.

Me on the trail down to the bottom of the canyon. It’s like the Grand Canyon, but more indie. Mostly because you say “Chelly” like “Shay.” And because you don’t have to pay $20 to get in. And because it’s on the Res and you can’t have alcohol and a dirty hippie from New York has to inform you of that after you’ve already finished a 6-pack and started on a jug of wine.

Humping Hoppers


Humping Hoppers
Originally uploaded by Meg Around The World.

This is the strangest of the wildlife I saw in New Mexico — a pair of psychedelic grasshoppers that happened to be mating along the Gold Rush Trail in Glenwood. (Other natural hilights of the week included a rattling rattlesnake right on the Whitewater Canyon Trail, a wild horse in the middle of NM-12, cockroaches in Brenna’s kitchen, and a small-ish tarantula in Justin’s apartment.)

Jut Whitewater


Jut Whitewater
Originally uploaded by Meg Around The World.

Justin hiking on the Whitewater Canyon Trail in Glenwood.

Train Comin’ Round the Bend. . .

If I stayed on this train, I could go back to LA. No, thanks.

I slept most of the bus ride to Raton. It was a Greyhound that Amtrak uses as a shuttle to a train station, so now Jut can’t make fun of me for never having ridden one. It wasn’t very crowded and I had a whole two seats to myself, so I tried to figure out the 3 Mennonite couples that got on in Colorado Springs, listened to Sam Beam, enjoyed the scenery near the Colorado/New Mexico border, and slept. We took 25 the whole way to Raton, stopping at Colorado Springs and Pueblo. Raton was interesting — a tiny peach-colored adobe building that was the train station. Apparently we lucked out and it was open, because it is closed 8 months of the year and you have to handle your own bags and just chill on the side of the tracks instead of on the 40-year-old chairs inside the lobby.

So now I’m on the upper level on the last passenger car, watching the brown grass and little shrubs go by. We were following the highway for a while, but now we’re in the middle of nowhere. Either the telephone poles here are really short, or they just look so because I’m on the second story. There were some mountain-goat-ish looking animals a while back. (I don’t have any idea what they really were; the mountain goat thing is wishful thinking.) I think we’re stopping in Las Vegas, NM and Santa Fe before we arrive in Albuquerque.

Riding a train is so different than a plane. People actually want to engage in conversation — the whole time we were waiting in Raton, I talked with an 85-year-old black lady from Denver who was going to Long Beach to visit her daughter; a 50-something lady from Denver who was going to San Bernardino to visit her daughter; and a 60-something retired nanny who was going home to Flagstaff. Now I’m sitting next to a lady who has her two daughters and they’re going home to Riverside after spending time in Denver. The car is a lot different, too — there is so much more leg room, body room, reclining room. It is quite nice. And the lounge car is awesome — it has full length windows that go up over the top of the car, too, and there are little chairs and it’s all light. It looks like a train from the movies. I think I would like to try to train more often.

I think I might go check out the dining car and see how overpriced it is. I’ve already eaten like 80 granola bars and it would be nice to get some real food.