4/10/2023 0 Comments Wild wonderful off grid net worthWestern origins of the ancient curse, “straight to hell” can be traced to the myth of Satan being deposed to hell at the end of Saint Michael’s straight and mighty sword. Jim even seemed to enjoy my riff on the idealistic and spiritual concepts about traveling in a straight line. Everything’s up for grabs on the monotonous, existential landscape of Highway 50 where the road holds a grip on time and space. The pilots who patrol this road probably have some really great stories.Īs the road continued, the conversation flowed. We belted out several rounds of Why Don’t We Do It In The Road as Pico howled along. What else is there to do? The eerie isolation released our inner teenagers. Mobility is the tactic we need to weave through this blurry, unpredictable landscape. Someday, when the dust settles, we may find a shady spot to pull off … but until something gives, LIB is a keen, elegant solution for these uncertain times. Had we seen these strange days coming five years ago would we have made a different lifestyle choice?Īgain, my troubadour makes a valid point. Jim and I like to congratulate ourselves for our endurance, fortitude and ingenuity to find safe locations, but the 50 shifted us into the reality of the situation. The Doors’ Strange Days came to mind – a creepy song for a strange pandemic and this never-ending hyper-partisanship that just keeps going on and on like this creepy road … Buzzard feast on hwy 50 The plague is almost a year old, but the polarized politics – embedded in every dot and tittle – are coming to a head. “I’m sure it’s about the pandemic,” I said, not ready to let it go.Ĭould be. No evidence of fading, warping or tilting. Are we there yet?Ĭlearly, the sign was new. The sign was probably some random act by a bored provocateur – its effect pronounced because we hadn’t seen another vehicle in the last quarter hour. I shot him a spooky look and vocalized the Twilight Zone intro. Then, as if on cue from Stephen King’s keyboard, Jim pointed out some very suspicious clouds. This is exactly the kind of place to experience a random sighting that gets you committed to lunacy for a lack of corroborating witnesses. Seriously? You think that’s referencing John Lennon’s UFO? Jim – the guy at the wheel with the encyclopedic Beatles Brain – sang a few bars of Nobody Told Me. Passing it at 58 mph, the bold 12″ letters clearly read, “Strange Days Indeed.” I noted that the sign was so fresh I could almost smell the paint. (photoshopped image of the sign we saw on Highway 50) Positioned low, a few inches above the vast saltbush and sage crusted landscape bordering the unfinished asphalt edge of Highway 50 – The Loneliest Road in America – we spotted a sign. Posted Novem– Narrated by Carmen To listen to the podcast, click the play button
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