Sixth day on the road and I am still having a great time. I am starting to feel the end of this trip coming on too fast. I don’t want it to end, despite that straight line on the gps. The end of the trip means getting back to reality and responsibility, ugh….
This is what my gps has looked like for the past three days. Can you imagine? Must be pretty boring, eh? Not at all. If I had stopped to see all the interesting things along the way or just stopped to take pictures I would still be in New York. It has been a long time since I traveled by car for this length of time. Each city and area is different. The light is different, the scent is different, the colors are different, the energy is different.
We don’t have rattlesnakes in Maine. We do have a desert though. Bet you didn’t know that. It’s not as big as the Mohave desert though. For the first time on the trip I saw a few cactus. There were lava fields too.
There were left overs from the days when Route 66 was the only way to get from Chicago to LA. When was the last time you slept in a wigwam the sign says. Aren’t these TeePees not wigwams? Yes this was a motel. There were also plenty of deserted and dilapidated motels, tourist traps and gas stations along the way. They looked like the sort of places the heros in a B movie would hide if they were trying to escape from the aliens. (There are the aliens again) Unfortunately I didn’t get to Roswell.
After days of driving the straight and sometimes narrow it was culture shock to get back to civilization and greeness. There was snow on the mountain tops, flowers by the side of the road and more cars than trucks. I had a feeling of sadness leaving all the peace and quiet behind. But all things must end. The trip from now on will be very different than the past few days.