Out there with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels…Finding truth and beauty everywhere; especially in unlikely places.
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Happy Bunny Day.
“The USA slowly lost it’s mandate
in the middle and later twentieth century
it never gave the mountains and rivers,
trees and animals,
a vote.
all the people turned away from it
myths die; even continents are impermanent…”
Gary Snyder from his poem Tomorrow’s Song
“How can the head-heavy power-hungry politic scientist
Government two-world Capitalist-Imperialist
Third-World Communist paper-shuffling male
non-farmer jet-set bureaucrats
Speak for the green of the leaf?
Speak for the soil?”
Gary Snyder from poem Mother Earth: Her Whales
I noticed that semi-truck drivers now use the Wal-Mart parking lots as rest stops, parking their trucks in the netherworlds of the lot to sleep. I also noticed an odd phenomenon. There seem to be an extremely high number of dead/roadkill animals within close proximity to the entrances and exits of Wal-Mart. Not just your usual deer, raccoon and possum, although I witnessed many of these; but an unusually high number of dogs and cats, (feral or dumped) some chickens and a coyote.
“Wild Geese hatched out in Siberia
head South over basins of the Chiang, The Ho,
what we call China
On flyways they have used a million years.
Ah China, where are the tigers, the wild boars, the monkeys,
like snows of yesteryear
Gone in a mist, a flash, and the dry hard ground
Is parking space for fifty thousand trucks.”
Gary Snyder from Mother Earth: Her Whales
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I wanted to drive forever and ever. Suspended in time. A never ending journey. Never aging, never dying, never losing loved ones, never alighting anywhere. Just following behind Mitch, my son, and staring at breathtaking, heart rending clouds through my window. 
I continued to steer and snap pictures through my open passenger side window and front windshield.
My thoughts became a sort of prayer: May Mitch arrive safely and live a good life in North Carolina. May my parents live well into their 90’s. May the war end. May the animals be protected.
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As mentioned in an earlier post, numerous Indian Reservations align Interstate 40. The Havasupai, the Acoma, the Hopi, the Navajo to name a few. We passed many roadside souvenir shops with buildings straight out of the 1950’s and 1960’s rt. 66 era. some of these shops were shaped like teepees, some like arrows, and many roadside signs were teepee shaped or had arrows sticking through them. the ultimate in
cheesy american campiness. I loved it and wanted to stop at each and every shop. not wanting to waste any time, mitch refused to stop at any. finally, he softened, and said we could stop at one. The place was filled with wonderfully tacky trinkets. Stuff like wolves painted on black velvet backgrounds in fluorescent pinks and greens. And most freaky of all was this lifelike indian fortune teller, who so much gave me the creeps. there was something very sinister about him.
Mitch and I each bought little wooden anteater bobble heads made in mexico. His was blue and mine was red. They were $2.00 each and the only souvenirs we bought during the entire trip. i did not have my fortune read.
The retiree’s dream.
The American Dream.
Budget truck false promises… 
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Most of the USA is astoundingly beautiful. When driving coast to coast, it is always surprising to see how much open space and uninhabited (by humans) land there really is. Yet paved roads are everywhere. Everything is planned around, based upon, dependent upon fossil fuels, namely oil. This is not a pedestrian friendly country. Westward Ho! and the Manifest Destiny are considered our birthright. Americans love their combustable engine and the gasoline that feeds it. Apparently so do the cattle…
The sign below says ‘Cattle Country-exit now-Flying ‘C’ Ranch-Exxon. Even here in open range/ranch land, or ‘cattle country’ as the sign says, there are billboards advertising Exxon everywhere. Are even the cows equipped with gas tanks? Or is that methane? 
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The road seemed to go on and on. America passed by my window in all of it’s splendor and sorrow. Who were all these people living in these dry, cowboy towns? What were their lives like? Why was I following my only son from California to North Carolina? Where would the road lead this time? I listened to TVZ and this song, Pancho and Lefty, often while driving. Townes was a bit rough around the edges, but he sang his heart out, and wore it on his sleeve, that’s why we loved him so, and miss him..
click on center arrow to hear and view video
We continued to pass red rock formations, pinnacles and strange little roadside mining towns. 
THE WEST BEGAN TO SEEM ENDLESS…
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The Motel 6 icon becomes a welcoming beacon on the road. After a long, hard day of driving, it almost feels like home for a minute. The $35.00 sign draws you in until you read the fine print…for “one person”. But the Big 6 allows pets! No sneaking in and out with 2 cats, kitty litter trays, cat food,etc. No one cares. There is mold in the shower, pubic hair in the sheets, the smell of roach spray in the air. There are cigarette butts in the no smoking room, and there is no Gideon’s to be found. Mitch’s routine is to quickly strip the bedspreads off, and throw them on the floor. He saw a show on TV that said they never wash the spreads; only the sheets.To prove this, they held a black light over the motel bedspreads; making readily apparent the accumulation of bodily fluids. I wished he hadn’t shared this tidbit of information with me. Luckily, I brought my own pillow and teddy bear. The cats curl up with me, and I quickly fall asleep, too exhausted to even watch the 29 channels.
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