“Whose great idea was it anyway to try to drive 3,000 mile in three days?” the idea man spoke gruffly to himself, knowing damn well who was to blame.
One entire night of driving is down, but I stand only 10 hours and 650 miles into a 46 hour haul across the USA.
This country is big, and this is never more evident than after you travel for a dozen hours straight at highway speed, and get, for all intensive purposes, nowhere.
I am outside of Albion, NY now at my family’s home. I am on a quick, heart break sort of visit — I will be here just long enough to say goodbye.
I pulled off into the driveway of my paternal home at 10AM after a night of intermittently sleeping in my car at rest stops through Massachusetts and New York. Now, after a good meal of pot roast, I am getting back on the road at 4Pm.
I want to hit St.Louis tomorrow to visit my best friend Erik the Pilot — another heartbreak visit.
As my little Chinese sister screams and cries because I am about to walk out the door as quickly as I strode through it, I understand that the traveling life is good, but other ways of life are good, too.