By Will Taggart
All the summer I was looking forward to one week: the week I make the drive from Summit, New Jersey – my hometown – to a mystery land we all read about called *gasp* Los Angeles, California. We drove for 8 days and saw some of the most incredible sights that the United States has to offer across 3500 miles of road. We experienced the sun setting over the Mississippi River in Memphis, the dry flat expanses of south-western Texas, the incredible moment of witnessing the Grand Canyon for the first time, and the unbelievable heat of Las Vegas in August, however, nothing prepared us for arriving in the Los Angeles area. The moment we passed Pasadena on that Saturday afternoon we experienced something we had experienced very little of over the 50+ hours of driving we had undertaken in the past week, a massive traffic jam. Flying down Route 66 did not prepare us. Getting caught in torrential rains on our way into West Virginia did not prepare us. Not even the deliciously spicy huevos rancheros in Santa Fe, New Mexico prepared us for the never ending traffic jams that Los Angeles had in store for us that day and for the rest of the semester. Where will we go next? That, I am not sure of, but I do know that we won’t be getting there quickly.