That was a road trip to end all road trips.
I had it all this day – 800 miles of traffic, non traffic, rainy skies, clear skies, stormy skies, STORMY SKIES, so stormy, more lightening crisscrossing the skies than I’d ever seen in the space of a day. A week. A year! I swear!
800 miles with no food, bad food, super bad nothing food.
... of getting lost (how can you get lost following just one road across the country???? – hi, Ed? could you please google…). Of realizing that we set out too late (shouldn’t have watched the motel movie last night, shouldn’t have posted, should have been up at the crack of dawn). Of road construction. Of parking lots that do not like truck drivers (why do we have to park five miles away from the rest stop?).
Of New York state vineyards, in colors that I cannot describe. Setting sun colors (for at the time, there was, briefly, a sun).
I must return here to the storms: oftentimes, we were fooled into thinking we were done with them, but we never were, not to the end. Such downpours, such angry heavens. Such lightening!
…Of foxes darting out in front, of music, of rainbows, and even of fireworks, somewhere, randomly south of Albany.
We pulled into Cambridge at midnight. With a sigh of relief. And a huge smile.
What a hell trip. Loved every minute of it.
(just one photo,shot from the right side of the speeding truck: an optimistic little number, with skies of blue and grapes of gold)