Road trips always start with an idea. Most are the garden variety “lets get away for the weekend” type and some more ambitious like, “I’ve always wanted to eat my bodily weight in lobster and I know we live in Alberta but life’s short so lets pack the cat and head to PEI.”

And then there are the ones that involve full scale logistical planning that would put an Actuary to shame (I can say this because I know one, an Actuary I mean, and they are not to be trifled with). But I digress, a symptom of 5 days confinement in a small 4×4 ft compartment, aka a 2009 Nissan Frontier crew cab complete with topper and roof rack, which has become home for the next 10 days. Our brand of road trip involved months of sorting, purging, pleading, planning and finally, packing. We were not simply taking a trip as a distraction from our daily grind. We were making a one way trek to a new life, knowing what we left behind was only the beginning. We also knew we were totally fucked if the Mexican customs guy decided my well documented Spanglish packing list was not enough to satisfy his machismo. But I am getting ahead of myself.

We’d been telling people for days that we were leaving, never fully comprehending the enormity of our task. Finally, with the last items stuffed into the truck, the gas tank full and the road tunes cued up, we headed out just as the sun was sinking beneath the beautiful Rocky Mountains. I admit to feeling a bit wistful watching the sky turn from orange to magenta to midnight blue, wondering when I would be back to see this majesty again. We never made it farther then Lethbridge that first night, having hit our emotional and physical wall much earlier than expected. The debate to push on to Great Falls Montana lasted about 3 seconds as Ric realized an exhausted post menopausel woman is also not one to be trifled with.

Crossing the US border the next morning was surprisingly quick given the blue tarp encased ‘mountain’ on the top of our vehicle. And why is it that no matter how innocent ones contents, border crossings make you skittish? “Just driving through, are ya?”, the nice customs lady said, eyeing the blue mountain. “Enjoy your trip!” We thanked the travel gods that our nascent adventure raised no eyebrows, high-fived, and aimed our silver steed for Salt Lake City Utah.

And so begins my saga of the least favorite part of being on the road. ‘Tis not the sketchy gas station bathrooms, or the tedium that sets in despite the scintillating conversationalist sitting next to me. Or the fact that my dog snores. It’s the food. Or lack thereof as evidenced by endless fast food chains lining the highways like vultures on a fence waiting for their next bit of road kill. Looking for a decent place to eat and spending the time to do so is not an option when you’re trying to make Mexico in 5 days. So you settle for the least offensive offerings and check your culinary expectations at the door. For the record, if I ever eat another Taco Bell Bean Burrito again it will mean I have gone to hell. Once into Mexico, this became PemEx hotdogs and V8 for Ric, trail mix, water and the occasional piece of well past it’s ‘best before’ fruit for me.

My saving grace? Three things. Excellent road tunes, newly acquired by my music loving partner in life. Brilliant audiobooks downloaded by yours truly from the Calgary Public Library (big shout out to CPL). And lastly, the world outside my window. Utah south of Salt Lake City, on past the Big Rock Candy Mountain (yes, there really is one), into the canyons surrounding the Grand daddy of them all, was manna from heaven. I started taking pictures with my iphone up to my window, committing a tiny part of each new landscape to memory. Even Iggy perked up occassionaly to take in the view.

A quick tire change in Phoenix (no way was my husband travelling through the two biggest drug cartel states in Mexico with 20% treads), one last night in Rio Rico AZ and we were ready to cross the Mexican border.

Even though we’d done this before, we’d not done it with 2 crates of artwork, countless tupperware buckets, a computer monitor, art printer and a blue mountain atop our vehicle. Nerves were a little frayed and I elected to self prescribe Ativan all around. Iggy just sat there looking bored and wondered what all the fuss was about. We breezed through the documentation part and as we pulled up to the last checkpoint, our luck ran out and we were waived over for inspection. Our Mexican official had obviously had a good night’s sleep and we were his first customers I think. He was smiling and cordial and spoke a little English which didn’t hurt. And despite Mr. Harpers ridiculous Visa requirements for Mehicanos entering Canada, Mexicans like Canadians. “Canadian!”, he said, beaming at our passports. “You are proud!!”.  We heartily agreed, hoping this would allay his need to examine the blue mountain. Or the contents of our crates. It did, and we crossed the border with our hopes high and the sights and sounds of Mexico rising up around us.

Footnote: We arrived 3 days later to Manzanillo, having spent $1200 on gas and road tolls, and logging 4,792 kilometres along the way. We’re here for another few days before we make our final push to Merida ~ and home.

13 comments on “La Frontera

  1. Felt right there with ya guys though would have stomached the food better being the salt and fat loving freak that I am! Love and hugs, Boosita

    • It’s been great to cook for a week – lots of smoothies, shrimp on the barbie, good coffee! xo

    • I laughed out loud at parts of your road trip story Alison. Thanks for sharing. Amazing pictures; I can’t believe you took these with your phone…………!

      • I know – Ric kept saying “at least roll down your window!” I’m trying to get more Followers other than my mom, so would love it if you could both click on Follow 🙂

  2. Have a good year, Alison. Thanks for the update.

  3. Thank you for sharing stories of your travels. Love your sense of humor!! Hope you enjoy your time in Mexico 🙂

  4. Way to go guys glad you made it through thus far. I would have lived on barley sandwiches — but I can’t drink enough alcohol to make that drive bearable. See you on the other side – maybe yoga in Tulum ??? (It’s a chick thing Ric!)

  5. what wit you are able to translate into your blog ! congrats! and the photos are wonder full….your #1 mum

  6. We have taken that same trip and we were with you two as you wrote…sometime me the co-pilot got us off the beaten track which wasn’t in the plan,but always a laugh looking back!But unlike you we were always returning….I understand the confusion in your mind,perhaps not the post menopausal one!ha!Love hearing about your journey.There are tears and laughter!Miss your laughter and courage!Keep writing…xoxo

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