On a previous (short)(for me) drive I wrote:
Title: Quaint I was pulling into a rest area next to a town in the middle of nowhere. My apologies to the locals. They think it is the center. I know better. And so does that electric guy. Standing sentinels are now guarding the place where I sometimes get “Good Country Grub”. And it has always been good. I’m looking at these pillars of electrons and wondering if I am seeing the future or the past.
I was following behind a truck last night. It was carrying a fellow truck, very similar looking. Who must have been important because there were flashing lights on the back. Two of them. I could tell those lights were part of the mother truck, but they weren’t coordinated. Not coordinated, in the way that if you watch long enough, for a brief period they flash at the same time. But that’s silly. Who stays in back of a truck long enough to see them catch up with each other. What are they doing, checking each other out? My god, this is the computer age, keep them apart.
Sitting on the Continental Divide Reading a sign that says – Elevation 6870 feet. It is a clear night, no moon. The stars are so bright I can see the remains of the rain clouds. The temperature is 55 now, was 95 before the welcoming rain. I can see the other clouds, clearly. What’s that – a shooting star? What’s that – a grizzly? About this divide, something happens on one side of it that doesn’t happen on the other. I walk back and forth, back and forth. I don’t feel the difference. Maybe I’m too close to the problem. I’ve said that views are better, seeing them with you. But is that true? I look up at the deep darkness, so shot through with lights. If you were here, would I see it as darker, with more twinkles? Or would I see it as less, because you are distracting me?