Last ditch efforts and shaking the dust from our sandals
12.08.2011 - 13.08.2011
On Friday, our last day in LA, we had breakfast with former LA city council member and all-around super genius Mike Woo at Brite Spot diner in Echo Park. He helped us brainstorm ideas for the film going forward and see what contacts he might have to help us.
After that, we drove up to Chatsworth to talk to a psychic. (Things might have been getting desperate.) It seemed about as helpful as my later Zoltar reading from a gas station just before the CA/NV border. A stop in Pasadena to fill up on gas and California hippy snacks, we hit the road, ready to get the hell out of disappointing LA and get home.
That first night, we passed by Vegas, but weren't allowed to stop. Neither did we stop at any of the sights in Nevada, Arizona, Utah or Colorado. That's right, Colorado. We made it as far as De Beque, CO. You know where that is, dear readers? Neither do we. We just slept for a few hours on the side of the road and when the sun came up, we drove off. We don't WANT to know where that town is.
But the sunrise was sure pretty.
And today, Saturday, after a few roadside hours of sleep, we made it all the way out of Colorado, all the way across Nebraska, stopping once and once only to eat in Omaha, and all the way to Cedar Rapids, IA.
That's more than 1800 miles, and 29 hours of driving (+1 hour we sat on the 15 en route to Vegas in 129 degree heat because someone had to get themselves into a car crash.)
Tmrw, driving through the night, gets us back to DC. Work starts on Monday!