Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Monday, February 14, 2005

I set out from Reno

I got the twitches, wonder why? Bookin' road trip mood. Blue highways, no interstates, only thing they're good for is having to get there fast. I give good road, just not often enough. I've done the hitchhike thing but I prefer my own wheels when I don't know where I'm going. A rolling motel with a better sound system, no shower but that's why rest stops have sinks. April and May are great times to roll, everything coming on bursting out. First week of May and the third week of September do their bidding to lure me from my managed desperation of spinning plates and house of cards. So I go. Beginnings and endings maybe? House specialities here. Summer is when I go to stationary places, drowsy sun kissed sandy places with porches and cool water and cooler drinks and food that swims or grows in shells.

Spring and fall I'd rather keep moving. I'm running toward rather than running from and there are more destinations than I can ever hope to cover so sometimes I feel like I have to hurry to get there so I can slow down and taste it, sift it through my fingers. I've got red dusty dirt and river stones and red rocks and driftwood and sand and seashells in bottles in my home because it's hard for me to leave these places behind so I take them with me. I'm not much one for cheap souvineers, this stuff is priceless. I've got sage, dried and bound in string and you can light it and walk a sweet smelling torch through your house and it makes bad stuff disappear and if you don't believe that it still smells really good. I've got the stone that cracked my wrist when I fell on it in the Virgin River because I wouldn't let go of my camera when I slipped. Camera doesn't have a scratch on it but they don't work drowned. The wrist works fine and I always know when it's going to rain and I'm much more careful in rivers now.

I like to think someday I'll divest myself of this trap and these trappings and be really hard to find. I'll give a very few people some secret code and I'll be a road ghost humming beat it on down the line to everyone else.

I mention I got the twitches?