Home Again





So, seven thousand miles of driving later, I'm back home.

We had a great trip--an amazing trip, really. For one thing, we were extremely lucky: the dog, for instance, was a real wild card, but he was mellow the whole way. Eleven nights in eleven different different motels--not to mention longer stays in strange houses--well, we didn't know what to expect, but he was a very good boy. And the weather cooperated nicely: it was hot, of course, very hot at times through the desert and the humid midwest, but no rain while we were driving, and only two showers on the whole trip. Pictures are up at my smugmug site (link on sidebar) if you are interested: New Mexico pueblos, Gettysburg, Niagara Falls, Santa Fe: any idiot could take good pictures of those things.

I am sorry I didn't get to do more "roadside America" photography. I had anticipated a whole slew of pictures like these

and

but I had to, you know, drive the car.

Here is one roadside highlight:



Bruce Springsteen, Cadillac Ranch

Truly, a dream come true.

Another roadside stop was maybe more of a nightmare:



I'd like to be flip about this place, but I just can't manage it. I didn't get into the museum itself--we stood in line for fifteen minutes before they let us in, and then we found ourselves in another line, this one, we were told, "at least a half hour", just to get tickets. THAT is scary, my friends. The place was packed, and the cars in the parking lot told me I was not among friends:



These were not people who pull off the road to look at a giant ball of twine as a goof. And I was scared.

Well, more later. It's wonderful to see the country the way I did, it really is. But it's good to be back home, too.








Posted: Tue - August 14, 2007 at 08:45 AM          

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