Thoughts: Road Trip 2015
June 13, 2015 § Leave a comment
I plan on leaving July 4th, 2015 to begin a trek westward. Although I’ve managed to snag a few really great deals on AirBnB for a good portion of the trip, almost everything west of Colorado is up in the air. And that’s the way I like it. There’s nothing more American and adventurous than a winding road trip across North America from East to West. And let’s be honest, east to west is the only way to do it. Regardless of where you grew up in the United States, the “East” represents everything human beings tend to dislike about each other’s company. Big crowds, less space, dirtier air. So on and so forth. As one travels west from the urban cityscapes and sprawl of the eastern seaboard, a grand, vast openess begins to fill the landscape. And with that openess comes a certain freeness. The wide open spaces of the American west provide a sense of comfort, escape even, for those of a particular mold. The East represents everything familiar, rigid. Stereotypical cultures, accents, socioeconomic profiling. That’s what the east represents. That isn’t to say that the Mississippi is some majestic dividing line separating the barren and materialistic east form the bucolic Marxist-esque nature of the west.
No, despite the natural beauty which abounds in the part of North America found in the Rocky Mountains and westward, the scene at the ground floor is hardly flawless. As humans crept west they brought their own unique ugliness that only humankind is capable of. And although the Wyoming countryside is nowhere near as cold and unwelcoming as Detroit’s blighted streets, certain trends in human population growth has already produced its inevitable effects: “more people, more scars upon the land”.
But that’s what makes the American west just that– distinctly American. The natural beauty of the western countryside is seamlessly mirrored by the unique and welcoming culture found there. The west is a place of discovery, of travel. At no other point in modern human history has such a massive spread of untamed land been open to the whims of a first world civilization. It’s a unique phenomena that no doubt played a major role in making the West the home of the 1960’s counterculture, among other popular American movements.
I’m bringing Katie along, and this is the first time she’s been on a trip of this magnitude. Frankly, I’m excited for her.There hasn’t been a single time that I set my sights west and didn’t come back feeling like a more whole person. You need to lose yourself before you can truly mold yourself (I refrain from using the cliche “find yourself”. There is no “you” to find. Create it instead). The beautiful thing is that even if this entire road trip is a complete and utter disaster. Even if Katie decides she hates driving in my car for hours at a time. Even if we break down and nearly get stranded. In some way, we will learn from this. I realize that’s easier to say from the comfort of a computer chair. I can guarantee that if any of those things actually happened I’d be a mess in the heat of the moment.
But sometimes that’s how memories work. Some things are better that way — as memories.
So here’s to a trip we will remember for a lifetime. Who knows, and maybe beyond? My soul lusts for adventure. For thrill. For new experiences. And although the rigors of being a full time professional can wear me down at times, I don’t forsee this thirst for new experiences dying out anytime soon.
To adventure. To youth. To stupidity. But most importantly: To life.