"We'll all be planning our routes...", Mike Love, The Beach Boys, Surfin' USA So I'm looking at the US Michelin Atlas, trying to decide the best route cross country from Atlanta to LA. There are things I want to see and do on the way: The Mississippi Gold Coast, got to get through Texas (San Antonio or Dallas?), I want to visit my past in Northern Arizona...so that looks like the Southern Route along Interstate 10. But I also would like to visit Vancouver (just to see what real freedom feels like), the Lewis & Clarke trail, Little Bighorn Battlefield and Yellowstone, and on to the Badlands. That's the Northern Route. I could go out one way and come back the other. That would be some audascious traveling! I'm not sure I'm up to that much adventure. Throw in a month in between in LA with my friends Dale and Tony and I would be a different person by the time I got back. Travelling does that, expands your consciousness.
:: Tom 8:15 AM [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, May 24, 2005 ::
Somehow, I keep seeing myself traveling through Northern Arizona, retracing my steps from 30 years ago. I'm visiting Flag, Sedona, and oh yeah, that guy who still owes me $30 for the work I did at Mormon Lake. It was freezing cold, snow about 6 ft deep, me learning to walk in snowshoes, a child of the South maneuvering through the woods on a snowy morning. We were shoveling snow off the roofs of the cabins at Morman Lake. It was great fun and hard work. I worked up a sweat in no time, we got into snow fights pushed each other off roofs into 8 ft. drifts. The guy never paid me. But the memory is so fresh and pure, I guess that's payment enough.
Then there was learning to ski at the AZ Snowbowl. I hitch-hiked to the mountain, caught a ride with this very attractive 17 yr old who taught me how. We slept together that night, me in heaven. Those kind of things happened in the 70s. It was a very cool time. I'm still paying up my Karma for all those misdeeds!
:: Tom 8:17 AM [+] ::
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