Entries in journey (11)
April 11, 2012 - The Long Journey to the Far West
follow the signs to
Happy Jack Road
Been more than three weeks since I left my home in Arlington, Virginia. Going west, I swung south through Tennessee, Arkansas, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada and California. I drove up the gullet of the golden poppy draped state to Penngrove, home to the Old Commander, El Jefe, BigPapa27, my dad.
After a day to recharge my driving foot, the right one, I filled up on tube steak and coffee and headed for Placerville, in the Sierras. Then, on into Nevada, Idaho and Oregon.
Now, my Long Journey to the Far West is taking me east, towards Pretty Patti, a lone greyhound, a budgie and home. I’m aiming for Saint Joe, MO today.
With my long hair, flat-sat-on straw cowboy hat, thick black glasses and faraway look in my eyes, I must be quite a sight to see.
Note: Tomorrow I will review regional pastries and also tell you how I lost Interstate 80.
March 25, 2012 - Somewhere on the road between Memphis and Dallas...
Somewhere on the road between Memphis and Dallas I came around a curve and saw this. Pretty, huh? If you are having trouble locating the objects of my appreciation, I am talking about everything on the outside of the windshield.
Driving cross country in the spring is an exercise in appreciating beauty. The woods on either side of the road are like backup singers in a pretty song. I might not notice them, but they are there. And when I do hear the woods, I am entranced by their existence, by the juxtaposition of the separate, and the ever new creation which is the result.
Rather than make this a journey from monuments to local attractions to the Caves of Mystery and Gravity Hill, and mandatory excursions, such as,
"You must see the Grand Canyon!"
"The Bluebonnet Festival is this weekend!!"
"You are missing the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington DC, just so you can eat a Moon Pie and drink RC Cola with some old fogy in East Texas?!!!"...
Yes, rather than make such a journey, I think I will linger, and look at the little beauties that surround me.
a dandelion blooms
in cracked cement