Tuesday, June 7, 2016

I am SO SO sorry....

My last update was almost a month ago. I'm so very very sorry for that, you people deserve to know what's been up lately, but I can't promise there won't be a lot of complaining and panic going on in here....

We set out on our trip Saturday, May 14th of 2016. The day before we had packed up literally ALL of our earthly possessions and shoved them into the back of the truck. That night we slept at my mom's house and she very generously cooked us a meal and humored my freak-out as we tried to reconfigure the truck for maximum space saving. In the end, to accommodate a lot of Tyler's guitars and books, I ended up leaving nearly ALL my witchy stuff behind, as well as my prettiest Lolita stuff. It just wouldn't fit. Right now, all my clothing fits into one giant trash bag...that's all I have to my name.

We reached the southern edge of Iowa by nightfall and the next morning we ventured into Missouri. We tried to find a decent place to camp and failing that (along with the gloomy rain) we spent our first night in the back of the truck....it was damp, it was cold, and it was incredibly unpleasant. The next day we rode into Kansas City to see a friend of Tyler's and we didn't stay very long....that night we stayed in Oklahoma. The day after that was probably one of the nicest we had - there was a sweet little campground just east of Moore, OK and we camped out there for a night. It was hot and a bit muggy, rain was promised in the nightly forecast, but our Walmart issued tent - who we've dubbed El Cheapo - had a rain shield and so we believed everything would be fine. And it was until the heavens broke open. That night we experienced the craziest thunder and lightning - it woke us up around 1 am. The wind was something fierce too and we were scared around that we booked it for the car and rode out the worst of the storm from the safety of the vehicle. There was hail south of us and strong winds north of us, but El Cheapo stood his ground in our camp spot.

The next day was the GHOST concert and while the venue was pretty terrible, they made the best of it and put on a rocking show. We got out of Oklahoma that night and into Texas. Shamrock, to be precise, where we found the cheapest Motel 6 ever. And there was a feral cat colony living inside of it....that's how derelict it was. But that was part of the charm and adventure. The room itself was great....

The next few days were a trip through bat country, so to speak. Most of the Texas panhandle was great. People are really nice up there, even if there isn't much to see. But Colorado....oh gods. We got into Denver on a REALLY cold night and couldn't find a cheap room anywhere. On top of that, Tyler's old coworker who lives there suddenly became incommunicado that evening and we find out later he wasn't even in town...though he knew we were coming....

It was so cold in Denver that we couldn't sleep in the truck. Even under the blankets we could see our breath forming crystals in the air. So....sleep deprived and scared though we were, we trucked it through Veil pass that night and wound up in Western Colorado - where it was lovely and warm. After a short bit of rest, we continued on into Utah and eventually through Nevada. Nevada was crazy.....we expected it to be kind of flat and desert like but there were plenty of mountains and naturally...plenty of mountain storms. We had to drive further than our intended stop to get out of the rain and find a place to sleep that night.

The next morning, we finished our trek through Nevada and crossed into the Lake Tahoe region of California. And I shit you not....it was fucking snowing. I get it - mountain weather and lake effect can create some pretty volatile combinations but this is the end of May and the onset of summer here and it's....snowing. My only pair of pants are dirty and I'm in shorts....ugh.

Lake Tahoe was terrible - we were suffering altitude sickness and the people we were supposed to be staying with (dirty hippy friends of Tyler's that he hadn't seen for years) had a dwelling so dirty and gross that we couldn't in good conscience sleep there. We went back down the mountain a bit and got a room in Gardnerville, NV on the fairly cheap. We stayed in Lake Tahoe the next day so the dirty hippy's band could perform then we had to get OFF the mountain. So we booked it overnight through Donner's pass and into the Sacramento area early morning, where we parked our dead-tired asses at an overcrowded rest area, only to be chased out by highway patrol the next morning - he gave us two minutes to pack up our stuff and get out before he'd write up a citation for $600 that we, obviously, didn't have. Two minutes saw us packed up, in the car, and back on the freeway. Fucker never had a chance.....

That wouldn't be our last run-in with Highway Patrol - we drove all through the day trying to get out of California....San Fran was kind of nice but no place to stop, and it only got weirder from there on out. Tyler was weaving a bit on the road that night, he was too tired to be driving, and another patrol car stopped us. They had Tyler do a field sobriety test (which he failed miserably) but they let us off the hook and told us simply to get some sleep before we continued on. Which was nice of them - we could have gone to jail...

Oregon was probably one of the nicest states we drove through and I almost regret not just stopping there. But no, I had to come all the way to Olympia....for a university that I can't even go to now. You know that $500 that creepy dude was offering me? Yeah, I took it. Good thing, because we ended up needing it just to survive. We ran out of money so fast because gas got progressively more expensive as we went west, we had to spend too much on rooms in cold regions, and then we had a lot of car trouble - the battery connection came loose and fucked us up, then the transmission had some crazy gear-shifting issues, and FINALLY....while we were parked overnight at the Walmart in Tumwater, WA some fucking tweeker got it in his head to slash our back tire.


So to summarize: The trip itself was quite an adventure and it was fun while we had a spot of money to work with. The fun wore out as we ran out money, had to ask for more money, ran into inclement weather everywhere, and then discovered how terrible WA really is right now.

We've been in Olympia for just under two weeks now. We're broke, we've been sleeping at rest areas in our truck and applying for any job we can find during the day. We've had some interviews but no job offers and it's looking really bleak. Tyler and I have been at each other's throats for days because of the terrible heat wave we're currently suffering and the stress of not knowing if we're gonna get jobs, have a place to live this summer, find a decent place to get a free shower that isn't swarming with homeless drug addicts, or even whether we can afford to eat or not....

I'm scared. I'm really afraid I'm gonna die out here. And no one's gonna care or even notice - we're just two broke ass transplant kids living in our vehicle. If we disappear, no one's gonna care. That's what scares me - we have no friends or family we can count on out here.

And we're running out of time.

If anyone wants to donate to our cause and help us survive just one extra day, my paypal email address is m.a.osiecki@gmail.com. Please donate....I don't want to die.

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