jbcrane
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- John
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- Fort Collins, Colorado
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I've done what you're doing. And it's grand. Yes - there are peaceful highs on the whistle of wind coming through a cracked open window, the perfect song on SiriusXM, the right temperature coming from heated seat/steering wheel, maybe a venti flat white with a couple extra shots to prime the pump, the wind at your back, the sun on your face. Then there are other times spent wondering what on earth I'm doing? And where will I be tonight? And man, I haven't showered in a week... that explains why people keep their distance on the odd occasion I'm out of the vehicle long enough to notice such things. And yeh, I'm a little hungry too. BTW, my name for your rice & grits is Metahie Casserole. Invented in Alaska one evening in Tent City after a long shift running the guillotine on the salmon line in Petersburg. My mom asked years later if Methaie was some exotic Inuit, or Athabaskan dish experienced while up North. No, I said. It's an acronym for Mix Everything Together And Hope It's Edible.A short addendum to the "Maybe don't invite LittleDog into your house" consideration...
But what I remember most from such trips are - weirdly - scenes from un-identifiable, un-noteworthy stretches of highway where the light was doing a particularly good job painting the land before me through the windshield - good enough to cause me to stop, climb out onto often wet gravel, crank the film advance on my F2 and snap a few frames of Velvia, or Ektar, or Portra 400 or whatever else I had thawed and loaded. Today these scenes just suddenly appear as I sit at my desk, or walk the dog in the evening. Like little electric shocks triggering the bulb in my memory to flicker on for a moment and display the frame randomly queued up in the carousel.
That - and people met along the way. In the evening setting up camp, over a beer while installing hood struts in a campground at the base of Mount Olympus, or making coffee on the tailgate table after a hike in the rain.... or cooking dinner - alone. Or at a gas station where a pretty young lady pretends to be stranded in her van, holding a sign, and I wave her over and fill her tank just because.
So travel well @LittleDog. The adventure you're on will end, but also last a lifetime.
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