Halftime
It’s been a great change of pace being out of Boston, the city of bad attitudes and dirty water. Perhaps the bad attitudes are fueled by the impure water there? I’m kidding. I haven’t been mean or abusive to you guys since before I left and I wanted to bring this blog back to something familiar.
Pete and I left Littleton, Colorado, (yes, the place where the Columbine High School massacre happened) and headed further west, through and around the Rocky Mountains, which were massive and impressive. Mountains where sky scrapers and of rock littered with trees, occasionally capped with snow. The winding roads were car commercialesque and sometimes gave the illusion that you were driving head on into the side of the mountain but swooped to the side at the last minute. Although Colorado has been my favorite state thus far, the most amazing things were the next state over.
In Moab, Utah, were the most incredibly humbling views I’ve ever seen in person. On the way to Moab, we took some route that had a river flowing alongside of it while we drove in between two giant sand stone cliff formations that were chiseled by nature over time. Peter and I just stared out as we drove and went for a good hour of complete silence just amazed. In Moab, we went to Arches National Park and got to see tons more of seemingly impossible designs by nature. I’m not easily impressed, and you probably know at least that about me, but even Peter agreed that what we were seeing made us feel so undeserving and insignificant that it was a bit emotionally charging. I even entertained a conversation some old guy that started with me, which I never do.
New Mexico. A hot endless desert. We stayed in our first motel after tapping out to driving. We cashed in at 1AM and we back on the road by 9AM. Oil change, authentic Mexican food, picked up a couple of used cds (Beastie Boys, Jerky Boys, and Johnny Cash), and then we hit up the grave of the legendary murderer Billy the Kid. Albuquerque was nice and so were the people, but they certainly weren’t in a rush to do anything. Longest oil change ever, one hour.
We are in Texas now, on our way to the Buddy Holly monument. These sites just happen to be on the way, we aren’t randomly obsessed with these two guys. But if we were, so what? It's not your business.
3852 miles deep.
We are a bit past half way now.
One thing about people is that we all have our moments when we are a bit irritated or tired or just not in the mood for other people. Pete and I have had about a couple of those each and we’ve been great at keeping distance but also cooling each other down. Yesterday, after driving for hours, being overheated and underfed, I was just drained and done. Knowing myself well enough, I refrained from my usual bottle up my problems routine and just simply mentioned all of my conditions and we stopped and I got some shade, water, a Hershey bar, and then some sandwiches. Sometimes the fix to a bad mood can be that easy. Empathy and consideration can go a long way though. That was the intended take away from this paragraph, I think. Also, get a sense of humor.
Next stop, SOMEWHERE IN TEXAS!
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