Utah

imageimageimageimageThe long standing joke within my family. ” When the rapture comes we are headed to Utah” Why? “Cuz that’s where all the food is at”. If you ever moved a Mormon family you will understand.

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Wyoming

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I know very little about this state. Most of the land is privately owned and oil is evident. Fracking is taking place in these areas much to the dismay of the Feds. It’s both arid like and the earth is color of unleaven bread. Being it is the least populated state I think it is a place where one can get in touch with mother nature so peaceful and serene. But I should ask first.

Nebraska

Sign off highway “Do not pick up hitchhikers” I was asked if I knew what that meant. To me it was obvious just don’t pick up hitchhikers.  “Nope it means there is a prison near by”. I also learned there are two seasons winter and construction. The candy colored cones everywhere.  The combines rolling across the fields late at night with lights giving the only indication they are out there. I took so much for granted as I  sit in a cantina with chips and salsa in front of me it dawns on me how much the work of others goes into my enjoyment. Being out here is humbling. Shalom

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Iowa

On the westbound lanes stopped to rest WHERE?  Only the biggest truck stop in the world. A brief and interesting visit where I snapped  pictures like a Japanese tourist at Disney land. Then we mosied down the highway to the Kinze plant to nap. The locals with their smoky treats and hot dogs explained the acres of unharvested corn eventually ends up in feed, methanol and corn chips. “Hmm interesting” I also notice everyone had good skin, healthy bodies and well manicured facial hair. Goatee or fu manchu, Soul patch and a few fades.  I felt like I was in a sea of Tim McGraw s.  Faith fully yours Girl about the country.

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Solitary Event

One of first things I notice when I decided to hop in the truck, was the lifestyle of the trucker. Here’s the distinction as I am told. “We are movers And there happens to be a truck involved” The longer I’m out here the more sense that statement makes. I see so many men out here, eating by themselves and staring out with far away eyes.  What are they thinking about?  I know what I’m thinking about. Everything that we wear eat smell taste hold buy or share came on a truck and although I am grateful they have chosen this solitary lifestyle I also hope they are more alone than lonely.

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Time Warp

I asked “are we on east coast central or pacific time?” It’s obvious based on location but circadian rhythm is what I’m talking about.  Out here days and times are thrown off schedule.  I pass through 3 states in one day and two time zones later I’ll ask “Where are we?”. I’m not a driver yet so as I look outside to the rows of houses, trailers and Doughboy pools I tend to focus  on the people who dwell there. I make up a stories, little cute ones about who comes over to swim and when is so and so going fishing with Uncle Mel. They are wholesome good stories which speaks to my internal dialog. Racing towards and away from the sun, chasing the clock and losing track of days is peculiar event I’ve come to accept.

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A Bowl of What?

wpid-20141007_204836.jpgThis following 4way conversation happened in Toledo Ohio Petro truck stop yesterday.  “Hey how’s the prime rib?” Waitress with glasses and tired smile said. “It’s ‘all you can eat’ on Thurs it comes with a bowl of soup ” then some guy said “Ebola soup? ” then another trucker says ” I’d rather have that than the prime rib”. It was bound to happen.

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