Sunday, February 28, 2010

And we're off...

What did I say that sounded like "Tell me about your day?"
-- Dogbert, April 21, 1995

As promised, here is the "exciting" adventure of my trip from New Jersey to Kill Devil Hills. This is what I saw most of the way down there. (Well, normally it was a road with cars outside the windshield, not a rest stop in Maryland. I'm too much of a wimp to photograph myself while driving at 60-70 mph.)

This is the first trip I've taken when I've really been plugged in. I took my laptop on a trip in 2008, but only used it once or twice to check my e-mail and look at a few random web pages. This trip, I plan to actually tell people what I'm doing.

The thing in the middle of my dashboard isn't just a GPS, it's my Droid. I've got the web at my fingertips. I was, for the most part, pretty impressed by its ability as a navigator. Once, when I took a wrong road, it immediately told me to take a U-turn. Since there were too many cars to do that, and I went straight ahead, it recalculated, telling me to make three rights to get back on track.

Since I was mostly driving, I didn't do much. I don't think I can make filling up at the Texaco that interesting (though as a New Jerseyan, it's a novelty to pump my own gas. Since I wanted to stretch my legs by then, I didn't mind.) I did see billboards on the way up here advertising the world's largest hammock, which I may or may not check out tomorrow.

There's not too much else to say. I'm staying at the Wilbur and Orville Wright Days Inn, because a) it's got a great name, and b) they had good rates. Plus, since it's offseason, they upgraded my room at no charge.

So tune in tomorrow when I see what the Outer Banks have to offer.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Generic welcome

No matter who you are, no matter where you live, and no matter how many people are chasing you, what you don't read is often as important as what you do read.
-- Lemony Snicket

So I've finally decided to do the hip thing of 1999 and start a blog. I'll be writing about my upcoming road trip, and who knows what after that. I wish there was some sort of profound reason I was joining the 6,999,999,999 other blogs, but it just felt like a cool idea.

I chose the name "Cave Felix" because "Felix" (my middle name) was unavailable. Not that anyone will ever say the name out loud, but I imagine it should be prounounced "cah-way" or "cah-vay," the Latin word for "beware." So I suppose it means either "Beware of me" or "Beware happiness." Or maybe it's very bad Latin for "beware the cat."

Tune in tomorrow, when I talk about my exciting trip from New Jersey to the Outer Banks. Driving on major highways for 9-10 hours should give me all sorts of thrilling material.