Starting toward the end of last month, my little sister and I drove from the San Francisco Bay Area to what would be her new home of New Orleans. Having not learned to drive a standard, she was the constant pilot. I just sat there taking photos and messing with Robot Jane, the British-accented GPS system (“Then, take the mo-tah-way...”). Here are some photos snapped within the duration of the two-week-long sojourn.
This is our room at the vintage Hotel Congress in Tucson, which also contains a music venue called Club Congress, a few bars and an amazing restaurant, Cup Cafe. Stay here if you ever visiti Tucson--It was amazing and inexpensive.
Upon arriving in southern New Mexico we saw a large dust devil, but I was unable to photograph it.
This two-lane highway in Texas was teeming with jackrabbits. Elizabeth hit one. Later that night we took a harrowing midnight drive down highway 170 running along the Rio Grande/Mexican border, going south towards Big Bend National Park. Aside from the hills, hairpin turns, 500 ft. drops, and the fact we were running out of gas, there were signs for “Loose Livestock.” We almost ran over cattle and burros, and saw mice, a javelina, more rabbits and maybe even a skinwalker.
This is what the Rio Grande looks like down around Big Bend...pretty much the same.
For two nights we stayed at a weird place called Lajitas. It’s a faux wild west Disneyland-esque resort where the people are unfriendly. It was stupid. We entertained ourselves with alcohol and photography.
Terlingua, Texas, the biker town in which we should have stayed.
Once in New Orleans we proceeded to drink heavily. Some people like the idea of eating raw oysters while hungover. I, however, do not, prefering to drink it away.
The food on the bottom right is head cheese. You can get it at Cochon. My sister thinks it’s delicious.
Somehow absinthe--real absinthe--is now legal in Louisiana. For this we were thankful.
I get the feeling many think New Orleans is dead and gone. This couldn’t be further from the truth.