Sent: Tuesday, October 23, 2001 5:36 PM
Subject: I can feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach
This narrative is starting to look like a fall
season premiere on the Fox Network, October 23 and I am finally getting around
to starting again. To start with, I am hanging out about 10 miles South
of Moab UT. This place is amazing. But I'll write about that in a
few months when I get caught up....
There are some new people on the list, so we'll go
to the previously seen section of this email....
...our intrepid traveler had just spent 2 days at
Devil's Tower in Wyoming, and was heading to Billings to see an old
family friend (this took place in the first week of August). We skip
ahead to the riveting tale of my 3 day driving extravaganza from Lake Tahoe to
Baltimore MD in the latter half of the week of September 11. In an
earlier edition, I paid homage to the mid-90's avant-garde of American film
direction with clever use of non-linear plot development. We will now
again push the envelope and go to parallel story development, wherein I
will pick up the story back on the East coast in mid-September, and also (at
some point) finish the story of my first trip out West.
After arriving home from my 3 day insanely long
drive, I didn't do much the first few days other than sleep, eat, and work
out. The next weekend I went to Richmond, at which point it became
sleep, eat, and drink beer (not necessarily in that order). Upon my
return to my parents house, I realized that two things. That being back
out East was stressful, and that it was too easy to sit around and do nothing.
So I changed my plans a little, and decided to leave Maryland a little
early, head to Richmond for one more weekend, and then head out from there.
So I spent the second week doing some maintenance to the bus, and weeding out
stuff I didn't need, as well as adding additional cargo (Snowboard!!).
Overall it was a great trip back, seeing friends
and family was a much needed emotional battery recharge, and driving on I-95
was a reminder of why I am out here. After my second weekend in
Richmond, I headed out on October 1 to visit my Aunt and Uncle in Rockingham
NC. We had a great time eating good food, listening to music (and
burning CD's), drinking beer, celebrating my Birthday, and just
sitting around talking. Here is a couple of pictures of their
After a few days it was time to go, and I headed
out with plans to go to the NC highpoint and the Tennessee highpoint in one
day. Those plans were quickly dashed when I realized the hard way that
there are TWO places in North Carolina called Mount Mitchell. As I got
close to the FIRST Mount Mitchell, I started to realize that the scenery was
awfully low to be the highest point East of the Mississippi. Sure
enough, a studious check of the map verified that I was in the wrong place.
Fortunately I had been traveling in mostly the right direction, so I only
ended up losing an hour or two. Much later that afternoon I finally
turned of onto the Blue Ridge Parkway...
and headed towards the REAL Mount Mitchell.
at the peak
from the tower
The cool air and the color of the leaves on the
trees was an undeniable reminder that summer was ending. As were my
plans to get to the Tennessee highpoint. I headed off, with some hope
that I might make it before sunset, and immediately hit a traffic jam on the
highway that took about 2 hours to get through. All was not lost, as I
found the location of Batman's secret lair...
My destinations in Memphis and Missouri held more
appeal than hanging out until the next day to bag the highpoint, so I headed
off to spend the night in Knoxville. It was in this stretch of road that
an alarming change in the radio took place (and which would not improve until
Denver). It seems that the listening public in those parts only has an
appetite for country music and freaky religious programming. I'm not
talking old school good country music, strictly the bubblegum junk, with
lyrics far more banal than any Britney Spears song. Thankfully I had
some newly minted CD's from my Uncle's collection to preserve my sanity.
P.S. The answer to the last trivia question
is Reykjavik Iceland. This weeks question: Whose assassination is
credited as being the official starting point for World War I?