So finally with things packed, car full, and smile on my face, I started the drive north to Oregon. This is a drive that I've now done four times, and yet it still ceases to amaze me. There's few things in this world that put me more at peace than the calm and quiet of driving through the night on an interstate. I can totally see why truck drivers do what they do!
The scenery is incredible, and the towns and people I encounter along the way are a roadie's heaven. From the mom and pop gas stops along the way to sprinting to the bathroom at Target, every minute is priceless.
The roadie's life is definitely a simple one. Everything you need fits right in the car with you, and you can soak up the scenery and meet people along the way. I do feel blessed to live in the states where we have a vast highway system, cheap gas (I don't support this, but nonetheless it is helpful for an unemployed vagabond), and beautiful scenery. It amazes me when I stop in towns where the population consists of a couple of farms and a gas station and the people say that they have never been out of their state, let alone country! I mean, with such a huge world, how could you not want to see what is out there and explore? Why do the majority of people slip into their comfort zone, go to work all day, and then veg out in front of the TV at night? Call me crazy, but that is not living! There's so much incredible stuff out there. Adventure is beckoning us. We as humans were meant to explore and move about. It is only since modern luxuries like the internet, television, books, and other forms of stimulation that we have become complacent in staying at home. There's nothing wrong with those things taken in moderation, but when they stop you from getting out and being active, or meeting new people, or seeing the world, then that's the flaw.
Ok, not sure how I got on that rant, but I'll leave you with a photo I took on the drive that you might mistake for a scene out of a Hitchcock movie. Ciao.
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