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adiva_calandiaOh man I have so much to write about. It's amazing how much can happen in twelve hours of driving, even when three or four of those hours are spent unconscious (nothing is as soporific as long drives). And if I wax particularly verbose and simile-tastic, blame Michael Chabon: I finished The Yiddish Policeman's Union today. More on that later.
I'll start with the BISON. ON THE ROAD. And the HERDS OF BISON NEXT TO THE ROAD. THREE OF THEM.
It was awesome. And there were caribou, and mountain sheep, and even a mama moose and her mosling!
Also in the ungulate spotting vein, which I forgot to write about when it happened: when we drove into Tok on Monday, we noted a Texaco station that had clearly been the site of a fire. The place was demolished.
When we drove out Tuesday morning, there were two goats calmly nibbling at grass under the Texaco sign, in front of the bent and rusted iron struts, in the clear space where there used to be pumps. It was surreal, man.
Anyway. Lot of wildlife today.
The other fun thing! Early in the day, when we went through Watson Lake, the Milepost had a brief entry on the rock graffiti that lines the highway past there. And it seriously does line the highway. We were going by too fast for me to make much of it out, or get decent pictures, but it was mostly names, spelled out in several-foot-high letters, formed by stones embedded in the roadbank. I half-wanted to get out of the car and add my mark (a giant 19, maybe, or a Sign, or similar) but this isn't a trip of sight-seeing and tourism. It's a straight-forward get-there trip, at least 'til we hit the States.
We hit the Rocky Mountains today (for the first time of the trip; we'll be driving through them again when we hit Colorado). And they really are rocky -- tall and bare and gray and very foreign looking to eyes that are used to blue-white or green-white mountains.
When I drove today, I put my iPod on Bob Dylan and left it there. Something about Dylan says road trip to me -- I'm not sure if it's the twang, or the lyrics, or what. Something about Dylan also says, very strongly, Dark Tower, which I blame on Milliways.
And then I had a Thought. DT is just the ultimate road trip story, isn't it?
And then I had another Thought. No, DT is a quest. But isn't that what road trips are? What's the difference?
Which made me inexplicably happy. I'm on the road with Frodo, and Roland, and Sam and Dean, and "Hey Jude" is playing in the background.
Final story: We went to a restaurant tonight, and Dad and I got a table while Mom grabbed something out of the car. The waitress came over to us for drink orders, and Dad said, "My wife'll want decaf coffee, and I'll have the same."
"Okay," chirped the waitress, not even looking at me. "Do you have a third coming?"
". . . I'll have a soda," I said.
"Oh, okay." She headed off.
". . . Please tell me she didn't think I was your wife and you were ordering for me," I said to Dad.
Dad thought for a moment.
And then he laaaaughed, and I headtabled, as my mom joined us.
I'll start with the BISON. ON THE ROAD. And the HERDS OF BISON NEXT TO THE ROAD. THREE OF THEM.
It was awesome. And there were caribou, and mountain sheep, and even a mama moose and her mosling!
Also in the ungulate spotting vein, which I forgot to write about when it happened: when we drove into Tok on Monday, we noted a Texaco station that had clearly been the site of a fire. The place was demolished.
When we drove out Tuesday morning, there were two goats calmly nibbling at grass under the Texaco sign, in front of the bent and rusted iron struts, in the clear space where there used to be pumps. It was surreal, man.
Anyway. Lot of wildlife today.
The other fun thing! Early in the day, when we went through Watson Lake, the Milepost had a brief entry on the rock graffiti that lines the highway past there. And it seriously does line the highway. We were going by too fast for me to make much of it out, or get decent pictures, but it was mostly names, spelled out in several-foot-high letters, formed by stones embedded in the roadbank. I half-wanted to get out of the car and add my mark (a giant 19, maybe, or a Sign, or similar) but this isn't a trip of sight-seeing and tourism. It's a straight-forward get-there trip, at least 'til we hit the States.
We hit the Rocky Mountains today (for the first time of the trip; we'll be driving through them again when we hit Colorado). And they really are rocky -- tall and bare and gray and very foreign looking to eyes that are used to blue-white or green-white mountains.
When I drove today, I put my iPod on Bob Dylan and left it there. Something about Dylan says road trip to me -- I'm not sure if it's the twang, or the lyrics, or what. Something about Dylan also says, very strongly, Dark Tower, which I blame on Milliways.
And then I had a Thought. DT is just the ultimate road trip story, isn't it?
And then I had another Thought. No, DT is a quest. But isn't that what road trips are? What's the difference?
Which made me inexplicably happy. I'm on the road with Frodo, and Roland, and Sam and Dean, and "Hey Jude" is playing in the background.
Final story: We went to a restaurant tonight, and Dad and I got a table while Mom grabbed something out of the car. The waitress came over to us for drink orders, and Dad said, "My wife'll want decaf coffee, and I'll have the same."
"Okay," chirped the waitress, not even looking at me. "Do you have a third coming?"
". . . I'll have a soda," I said.
"Oh, okay." She headed off.
". . . Please tell me she didn't think I was your wife and you were ordering for me," I said to Dad.
Dad thought for a moment.
And then he laaaaughed, and I headtabled, as my mom joined us.
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Date: 2007-07-26 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-26 08:17 am (UTC)The exact opposite thing happened to my dad once. Somebody asked his permission to date my stepmother, thinking she was his daughter.
And once I was at a restaurant with my cousin and the waitress thought she was my daughter. She's five years younger than me. Waugh.
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