After two weeks and over 4000 kilometers in a white Ford Explorer, a gondola, lots of taxis, a submarine, a helicopter, on Segways, on boats and on a bus me and the guys are back home from our 2012 USA Road Trip. Well, at least three of four are home, Klas is still roaming the US of A for another week. The way home was long, but I fell fairly well adjusted, although it probably would have been better if the downstairs neighbors hadn’t decided to party until four in the morning. We had a great time for two weeks with a lot of detours and unplanned activities which got documented well: Among us we must have at least 2000 pictures and well over 35 gigabytes of video. Time will show if I ever get around to edit the all the raw video files.
Everyone managed to get into the United States without much trouble. My luggage, on the other hand, did not. It never showed up in Salt Lake City, and in the end it turned out it had never left Norway in the first place. Thankfully, I’d packed all the important stuff, like charges, in my carry-on luggage and the insurance company covered the cost of some clothes. My luggage appeared again, though; two weeks later, when we touched down back in Oslo, Norway. There it was, my blue backpack tugging around on the baggage claim belt. It looked like it had been through some rough times, but it was my backpack and as far as I can tell nothing is missing.
I haven’t had the time to look through all the pictures I took yet, but I’ll hopefully post some next week. Until then, enjoy this map of our itinerary. We had more stops than this, but the map shows the rough outline and the mother of all detours: Las Vegas, Nevada to Tusayan, Arizona and back again.
It was a great trip, but coming home to Anniken was absolutely wonderful. Good times!
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It was fun watching your progress in my feed reader. What did you think of Las Vegas?
While it was fun to experience the madness in real life, I found the place terribly artificial and depressing. Especially since James Bond has conditioned us to think of casinos as luxurious, with beautiful and successfull people milling about gambling casually, drinking champagne, and not filled with the ill-dressed, the alcohol-dulled and the desperate as they are in real life.
Loved grand canyon and the other national parks, though!
Las Vegas is more or less what you make it, pretty much like any other city.