Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.

“Robert Anton Wilson”

We are so happy to be back on the road, and I hate to say it but I now see the crazy part of America as being interesting and exciting. At our last lodging, we were told to take a road less traveled. Several miles later, it was apparent that it was never traveled,,,,

it disappeared on the GPS,,,,M started moaning about ground clearance for the car etc., 

and then suddenly we were being chased by some Llama’s who I think thought we were going to feed them.

As it turned out,,,we were on a Canadian hiking trail,,,,go figure. We ended up at a gate and had to back track until we could scramble out through a farmers field. We hit the highway south and tried to stay off of the main road (used loosely) which is the 1. We comment to each other that on both the Eastern and western coast, the main highway is called the 1 ??????

We constantly hit the detour button on the GPS so that we can really explore. These are a few of the things we stumble across: Suddenly there is a (Family) of stick people guarding their landlocked sailboat.

As we photo them, we notice their Kin across the road,,,,that’s enough,,,we move on.

Further down the road, M almost skids sideways at a couple of huge model semi trucks that are in a driveway on a trailer. I don’t get it, and all he can say is that he has never seen anything like it before.

We think we are safe and get passed by the most indescribable Hippy (we Think) van of overflowing ephemora,,,,ah hell,,,we don’t know what we saw but we caught it on the camera.

All is well for miles aqnd then some rusty dinosaurs are about to fight,,,what brain did this?

And just when you thought you were safe,,,,swerve to the left because some dude is rolling the world down the side of the road,,,,I swear it is true. I’m sure his cause is pure to him,,,,cudos World guy.

The crazy stuff does not always win in the memory department. There is an on-going discussion about the old buildings here. We are in the cradle of our country and the cedar homes were built to last and last. There are beautiful 200-300 year old carcasses everywhere. You can’t save them all. Tell that to this one. See,,,,, the thing is,,,,,,,I can still hear the stories told in the Kitchen on a cold November day. I hope we never forget where we came from.

We stop at a dock to admire the boats and the setting. I spot a huge (now wild) rosebush that is in bloom with three different colored roses. As I pick one, the smell is overwhelming and ancient and familiar. I am smelling the rose as it was before hybridizing and cloning. It is a smell that brings back a warm beautiful memory.

Well,,,It’s not all about the past. I have a big reason to come back. Yes I will eat the food and love it. I will breathe the cedar scented air and marvel at the wildflowers and the tide fluctuations. But,,,,damn it,,,,,,I really want to see a Moose. I want to see a real Moose and have told M that even a Zoo would be O.K now because I just want to see one. M spots a (Moose) in someone’s yard and stops to photo it. He actually tries to pretend that that’s it for the Moose story.  I think he knows how that’s gonna work out!

Keep the pictures, they never change, only the people in them do.

“ Author Unknown”

Comments

[Dorothy Cunningham]

Ha! I just loved your photos and story. Those trips are the best...Always finding the most "fun" and "interesting" things...Glad that you had fun!

[Christine Kalina]

What a crazy adventure! I hope you spot your Moose. They are quite majestic in an odd sort of way. Happy trails!