Road Trip Time – Florida to Arizona and back (all for a few games of tennis!)

I’ve been living here in the USA nearly three years now, so I am more than ready for my first major road trip.  In my previous post, I wrote about winning the tennis sectionals in Florida in our ratings category (3.0), and how we would be heading to Tucson for the Nationals.  Well, the time has arrived.

We will be traveling across from North Central Florida to Tucson, Arizona, staying in New Orleans and San Antonio en route.  To say that I am looking forward to it is an understatement.

I will be traveling from the hot and sweaty humid climate of Florida to the dry heat of Arizona.  Moisture wicking clothing is pretty much de rigueur in Florida if you play sports, but apparently the sun evaporates your sweat in the South West, so perspiration is less of a problem, although staying hydrated can be, apparently. 

I will get to see some new landscapes too - see my first desert and big cacti, the soil is grey and sandy here, but reddish in Arizona.

Me on the courts in Florida.

 

We will be representing Florida in the tennis tournament, playing teams from different states.  If we win our group games over the Friday and Saturday, we get to play in the semis and if we win that, the final on Sunday.  Wish us luck!

You know when you are overheating in Florida because you drip with sweat.  It's easier to get dehydrated in Arizona without realising it, because the dry hot sun evaporates your perspiration.

On the way back, we will be going to Austen, Texas, where I will be collecting a junk truck and driving it back to Florida.  Let me explain.  I make most of my money via the internet via a number of income streams but in recent times I’ve been working part-time for my friend’s junk collecting franchise to earn a little extra money.  Anyway, he’s bought a truck in Austen, Texas and has asked me to drive back in return for gas, hotel, and food money, which makes the trip more affordable for me.

I am treating the whole thing as an adventure.  I am packing right now and we are leaving at 6.30 am tomorrow.  Still seems a little surreal, but the reality will sink in once we’re out on the road, I reckon.

I will take my camera and let you know how it goes.

Florida Tennis Champs!

I am going to take some time out from my opinionated, amateur analysis and comparisons for this post and blow my own trumpet.  As some of you will know, one of the things I love about living in Florida is the tennis scene – there are lots of players, facilities, and the good weather means that you can play pretty much all year round.

My Over 18s Team

I joined a team not long after I arrived, and have been playing friendlies, practices, and competitive matches ever since, typically playing three or four times/week.  Currently I am in 3 teams: a men’s over 18s; a men’s over 40s; and a mixed over 18s team.

Me on the tennis court

Players and teams have a rating that is used by the tennis governing body, the USTA.  Both my men’s over 18 and men’s over 40s won their leagues in their respective categories.  This means a trip down to Altamonte Springs near Orlando to play a tournament against other Florida teams.

With Daniel, the Over 18s team captain, who is also my doubles partner

It was my over 18s team’s turn to go to Altamonte Springs this weekend just gone.  The teams we played had each finished top of their respective county leagues, so there were no easy matches.  Basically, the format was two groups of four teams.  Each team plays the others in the group, and then the winners of each group play each other in a final.

Rear view of Daniel and I playing a match

It is pretty arduous fitting a tournament into one weekend, as many players, including me, end up playing two matches in one day.  Playing a singles match can be especially physically taxing in the Florida heat and humidity.  Anyway, to cut a long story short, we won our group and then we won the final too!

Me taking a drink of cool water after our victory.

This means that we are through to the nationals, which this year are held in Tucson, Arizona.  That’s on the other side of the US, of course, so there is no simple or inexpensive way of getting there and staying for a weekend.  We also need at least 8 of our players to commit to going.

We are the Champions

It looks like a few of us will be traveling there by road.  I am actually pleased with that.  Not only will it make the trip affordable for me, but I will also be able to see some more of the USA.  Let’s face it, I’ve been here over two years, it’s about time I did an epic road trip!

Sense of Direction

I’ll be straight with you.  A sense of direction is something that I’ve never had.  My intuitive notion of North and South and where landmarks are in relation to each other has always been very bad.  I can get lost in relatively familiar places back in Blighty, so transplant me to a different country with a different set up and I’m bound to struggle, even with the simple stuff.

Most US towns and cities follow a grid layout, which is all very simple and rational, so it should be easy, except that I still manage to get confused – mainly because I over-complicate matters. 

Gainesville - Straight lines and 90 degree corners

Back in England road networks in towns can follow almost any pattern.  In a large town or city, the roads will usually extend out like the spokes of a wheel, but then there are other roads connecting the spokes in an essentially random fashion, so the overall effect is often something resembling a drunken spider’s web. 

Over the years I gradually developed my own idiosyncratic methods of finding my way around English towns and cities.  The trick is generally to link together landmarks and road names and gradually build up a kind of mental map.  Because I like a drink or two, I often picked pubs as my landmarks.  British pubs are unique institutions, different to bars, they traditionally function as social and community centres, as well as drinking holes, and you will find at least one in pretty much every city suburb, town neighbourhood, or village, so they make effective markers.* 

But orientating yourself via pubs is completely useless as a navigation method in the US.  For one thing, there is no real equivalent of a pub here in Florida (although some of the Irish bars make an attempt).

Leeds - Drunken Spider's Web

 Grid systems have numbered, rather than named streets like you get in Britain.  Numbers are definitely easier for travelling in that you can work out which direction you are heading by whether the numbers are increasing or decreasing in size, but I can also find specific numbers easy to forget.  Somehow names are always more memorable.  Back in my home town there are streets with names like “The Shambles”, “Captain French Lane”, and “Gillingate”, all of which conjure up mental images of one sort or another, just through the sound of them.  A number is just a number.  If someone says they live on “Serpentine Road”, I have more chance of remembering it than, “27^th Avenue”.  (Having said that, I will, of course, have a good idea where 27^th Avenue is on the grid, whereas I would have absolutely zero notion of the location of Serpentine Road, unless I’ve been there before!)

The Auld Grey Town where I grew up

Florida is also very flat and the buildings are generally all single storey (apart from the very biggest cities where they do have high rises).  The North of England is very hilly and so you will often find yourself at a vantage point, able to gain a panoramic view from a high spot.  In Cumbria, or much of Yorkshire, you can navigate quite easily by your relative position to a hill, as many towns are built in valleys.  It’s a similar situation with tall buildings, I almost always knew where I was in Leeds relative to the city centre, because you can see the office towers and university buildings from miles away.

Basically, I’ve had to learn to drop all the idiosyncratic methods for locating myself, and just read the street numbers, which is what I’ve done, but I do sometimes miss the eccentricities of travel in England.

*Sadly, the traditional British pub has been in decline for the past ten years or more.  They are closing down at an alarming rate.