(about two hours less than last time,
a testament to the importance of proper planning
and attentive navigation).
so here I am,
listening to Steve Earle and the sound of Murphy hrrrrrrrmphing in his office
mug of Perfect Peach to my left
small cup of giant marshmallows to my right
and I think:
I could've driven another just-under-nine hours without a break.
I don't like Utah that much.
there were all sorts of reasons I left
but as soon as I come back
all I see are the things I wish I hadn't left behind
my dog, my family
watching CHiP breakdance and taking Boobie to the movies
if Colorado Springs was my point of origin
and Baker City was my destination
I'd be just over halfway there
and I think I could make it tonight and get there by morning
just in time for breakfast at the Wagon Wheel Diner
I'm good with transitions
and I like heading somewhere
but I don't know how much I like arriving places
so maybe that's why I'm always thinking about Oregon
but I wrote once that I couldn't really ever live there
(either they don't trust people to pump their own gas
or they trust that some people are only able to pump your gas)
and I can't dig that.
but it's sure easy to feel peace
when you're somewhere you've never been at war.