Road trip, day 2.

Through the strangeness that is Vegas,

its weird monuments,

and whatever the hell this is, bright towering light in the full daylight, over what looks like water against the mountains,

and hours later, we arrive and fall into sleep, and wake to this:

the low cooing of doves,

a strange but also familiar door,

and lamplight pooling against the dark.

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Dear road to Idaho,

There are many roads I would like to travel. 

For instance, I would very much like to walk the road past the Uffington Horse, the Ridgeway trail, which is supposed to be one of the oldest roads in Europe.

It's obviously crazy, but I wonder what it would be like to walk some part of the Silk Road.

Like a zillion Americans, I would like to drive as much of old Route 66 as there is left to drive.

I have a deep desire to one day take a long, long, long train ride. Some friends recently went from Vancouver to Prince Edward Island, and swear that I would find the prairies boring. Maybe. But I might want that kind of boredom. Maybe the Trans-Siberian Railroad?

But road to Idaho, though you are not ancient or exotic or hip or even very long, I do not believe that there is any road I like better than you.

love,

htms