Recalculating the timeline
Awhile back (precisely 687 days, BC) we set off to see the world. Or a portion thereof. We did. Crossed the continent, twice. Learned that you don’t need to face down a gunning crazy at every corner. Learned to read road maps, again. A lot, in the two months less a bit that we were out there. Do we miss the excitement? Certainly. That’s why I decided it was time to actually create a trip log.
Harder than I thought. Not done, yet. Parts of it have already started to blur. That might be my eyes, staring at the screen, but let’s continue, shall we? My goal, perhaps as soon as tomorrow, is to have something I can commit to paper, for an eventual “How was your trip?” request from friends. Or the kids. Or the dog, if he is available.
What I have learned, in retrospect, is that one can cover a great distance, quickly, if you get back on the road every morning. We didn’t. A lot of two nighters, actually. Time to adjust to the air, and the plants, and the wildlife. Why, I will probably never see a herd of bison in a local field. I could, but I don’t intend to get down that way. Just saying.
We’re law abiding folks, so I did not have any roadside discussions with the “local constabulary”.
Nor did we try every bad fast food restaurant. Yes, I went to White Castle, but that was an impulse, I swear. In fact, our two most interesting meals were in a disaffected streetcar, and then a disaffected school bus. I’ll reflect more on my adventures, once I have the timeline sorted out.
