At the end of one road
There is something very satisfying about a voyage that makes it all the way to a selected destination. Even whey the trip is one by someone else. I have been following the blog of an intrepid couple that are on the exploration of a lifetime. Obviously, they have deep pockets, given that they shipped their van from the Old World to the New.
And on this week’s episode, they followed the highway north until they ran out of highway. North to Alaska, like in the song. Cold place, even in May; they mentioned that their eyeballs were hurting from the air. Chances are that now they are going to head south. I fear that they will slingshot past reality and end up in Antarctica, but that is weeks away. Many miles, or kilometers to go first. Also, the price of fuel is now up over seven dollars a gallon. Scary. Pre-electric world numbers.
Would I ever do something like that. Doubtful. The roads are virtual. Or rough. Have it whatever way seems better. And when they get to the bottom of the world, they will have to choose another destination. My life is too short to fight bad tarmac for weeks on end. Yet, I want to see what happens when you go far enough south. Do the toilets really flush in reverse? In their RV? Waiting to learn.
The idea of an electric vehicle is moving past dream to reality for some. Still requires a lot of money. And for the record you cannot simply attached a windmill to the roof.
