Tonight, as I was looking at the map trying to figure out how we’re going to get back home again, Tucker decided to lay down on TOP of the northeastern part of our great nation. I hope you all were very warm.
This time, as we cross the Great Divide (what the hell is the Great Divide? It came to my head just now, but I am so not sure what it is.) I think we will take Route 80. I’m a bit worried about taking Route 80 given the time of year and all, but assuming all goes well, we’ll get to NYC sooner then if we took Route 70 and most definitely, Route 40.
To be honest, I would rather take Route 40 because it goes by the Grand Canyon. And I really want to see the Grand Canyon. But given we will have three felines in the van and it’s the Thanksgiving Holiday and all, I’m thinking we should go for the route pro-time instead.
I have a love for maps. I mean, sometimes, I stare at them for hours. I look at small towns in the middle the country and I think, “Who is there right now? I wonder what it looks like.”
So without further ado, here are the major (and not so major) cities we will be passing though along Route 80.
- Sacramento
- Reno
- Salt Lake City
- Cheyenne
- Lincoln
- Omaha
- Des Moines
- Davenport
- Chicago
- Toledo
- Cleveland
- Youngstown
- State College
- Wilkes-Barre
- New York City
(I realize some of these are not “major” cities. But we know people in some of them and we’re thinking we’ll swing on by, drop off our cats, and drink ourselves silly. Yes.)
Route 40 has its charm, too. Even tho, I am pretty sure we won’t go south, I’m having fun and it’s an ER commercial break so what the hell. Major cities along the southern route:
- Los Angeles
- Albuquerque
- Amarillo
- Oklahmoa City
- Little Rock
- Memphis
- Nashville
- Knoxville
At Knoxville, we’d get onto route 81. Basically, if you ignore the hundreds of little towns between Knoxville our next “relevant” city, Harrisburg is next. At Harrisburg, we’d head to State College, where we would drop off our fuzzy, fat felines. There, we would stay the night and eat well. We would then leave for New York City.
I realize there are a thousand most wonderful towns between San Francisco and New York City, but given my knack and fondness for freaking out over ridiculous details, it’s best if I look at the BIG BLACK DOTS and the dots where I know people.
As I finish my most pointless post, Tucker has decided to burrow himself beneath the map. That’s pretty cute. Don’t you think? I do. I find our cats to be adorable.
Toby took this as Tucker and I were finishing up.
That is all. Lay it on me. Or below me, whatever.
Mihow 
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