I’ve been using Gemini (AI) to help me handle my transcriptions from the audio recorder. It’s been going wonderfully. I drop some files on Gemini, they get transcribed and then added to a google doc in my drive. Simply a dream, and makes one love AI.
Until today, when Gemini decides they have never been able to add things to a google doc, or to drive. So I should just go type words somewhere else like it’s the olden days. Pay no attention to the AI overlord messing with our minds.
It is clear there will be no post tonight, but I’ve taken to speaking out the content, not just quips to flesh out later. This should make creating posts and getting them out much, much faster. In the meantime, I’ll tell you a story to tide you over!
Driving down the loneliest highway in America, highway 50. Yes, it’s lonely because there are very few towns on it. But good lord I had plenty of other vehicles to chat with. Not like it was crowded, but it wasn’t empty and desolate.
I’m cruising down one of the straight stretches and see flashing red and blue lights, and another vehicle. The closer I get I realize the police or whomever are in the middle of the road. I start to wonder what is going on because it didn’t seem normal. I sllow downand eventually come to a stop. I’m thinking if there’s a gunfight I don’t want to be right there to enjoy it. One of the two cop cars comes up the highway at me, slows down and says “I’m going to need you to pull fully off the road. Oversize load.”
I’m in a MINI Cooper. What part of oversize can you interpret from my size? Sure I have camping stuff etc. but nothing it sticking out. When I look back to see if he’s turning around to come give me a ticket for being oversized, I see he didn’t turn around. He’s going on and apparently doing the same thing to everyone. Clearly it’s a sting. They’re pulling everyone over for oversize loads and then looking for drugs?
And then I saw more lights down the road – yellow this time – and a large orange object. It was a truck pulling a massive trailer. It said “oversize load” and I felt like an idiot. The lady in the car in front of me was out of her car ready to take pictures, so I got out to apply another layer of basting butter, er, sunscreen. I miss the photo of the oversized thing, but it was just a big gray box.
Once it passed, we all hopped in our cars like the race flag had shown up again, and we were off!
I understand that quote to be along the lines of “Carpe Diem,” but in less of an empowering entitled white people in an expensive school sort of way. And to be honest I don’t like that movie because the vast majority of those kids are going to have life Carpe’d at them anyway. Because they’re wealthy and connected.
Anyway, I feel it’s saying life is here until you die, you might as well use it. Less Don Quixote charging ahead and more Sancho Panza plodding behind.
Colorado
Camping is going well. I have yet to encounter dirt. It’s all been large wooden framed rectangular areas with I’m assuming dirt, but topped with gravel. The Rubber mallet makes quick work of the tent spikes – really happy I bought the heavy duty stakes. Oh wait, no, I had dirt in South Dakota/Nebraska and it was uneven and hard to tell where a tent was supposed to be.
I went proper camping with my scooter friends. We obviously took our scoots and it was quite the adventure. There was quite a bit consumed, and lots of experimenting about how much alcohol can get in the fire before scaring us. At the end of the night I went to sleep and slept the sleep of the dead. (dead drunk) but it was that next morning when I discovered that “My Sleep Number is gravel.” Now, I’m not silly enough sleep directly on the ground, but it comforts me in knowing I could, except for the getting up in the morning part. I also like the gravel base because it’s flat. With just. a little shifting you can stand a water bottle up. And breaking camp seems easier somehow.
There is a Colorado Welcome Center and it made me wonder where exactly I had been. Apparently Wyoming. And long enough to type about it in previous posts. The Colorado side has a welcome center and there’s a cannabis store in the town right there, and ice cream, and even a church. The Utah side has a sign saying ‘Welcome to Utah’. Same sign at both ends.
Not much new wildlife to report, seeing plenty of antelope and birds but nothing incredible, like a Moose or a Marmot. The prairie gives way to hills which give way to larger and sharper hills which gave way to mountainettes which give way to proper mountains.
Okay, I figured out what was driving me crazy. I’m driving on this highway, and there’s huge expanses to the left and right, and in the background there’s, you know, bigger hills. But there are houses and buildings and things all over these expanses, and it’s—it’s haphazard. It doesn’t seem to be a system to it. They’ll be, pointing one way or the other, close together or far apart. It’s very confusing.” If anyone wanted to bring order to those communities, they wouldn’t be able to draw a straight road.
As far as roads, Colorado is pretty good. The roads out here aren’t horrible, they’re concrete or whatever. But when you hit a good long-ish blacktop stretch of buttery asphalt, it’s like French silk pie for a moment. You can go a long time without seeing anyone. This is how I wanted to cross America. One lane in each direction, middle of nowhere, often not seeing another vehicle for minutes, 20 minutes, whatever.
Although they have these point-of-interest signs that don’t tell you what the point of interest is or how far away it is. And I stopped at one out of curiosity, and it was a sign about a fire in ’88, the biggest fire in Colorado. But better than that was just the scenery and the views—the East, I guess.”
I love the twisties in California. The ups and downs, turns so tight a MINI Cooper thinks it might be tight. Ocean views and dropoffs to thrill. But good mountain passes have some intense turning magic. They’re often long. So if you’re leaning into the turn and using some amount of force on the wheel, you need to keep that up for whoeverknows how long, because these are mountains, baby! You also have the wind, which will make you sweat on one of those long curves, adding to the skill level swinging around them. If the California twisties had this kind of wind, it would totally change the game. And I think they do, and you can tell when by when they close the road.
I’ve been known to widen curves here and there, but I just can’t do it on the big turns. Widening the curve means coming into the turn on the outside of the lane, and slowly moving to the tight spot, then easing back out to the outside. Ignore that, it was confusing. It means make curves easier sometimes.
At the tops of those passes I was seeing snow – we were pretty far up! It was a treat after having watched so many mountains go by with snow on them, and now I was seeing it for real!
BTW, cruise control works downhull too. I would rather not smell your braking system melt its face off as we enjoy the crowded lanes together.
And here’s a funny: I’m driving, and the sun is behind me because sunrise, east and so on. And it’s giving me glare off of my displays. And I was just thinking, ‘Oh great, now I’ve got to sit all day with this glare on my displays.’”
Tonights sleep was The Yampa River Valley, or whatever we want to call it. It’s a lot of hills. I don’t see mountains, really. I think there are some here and there. No snow caps. But it has this river going through it, and there are like trees and stuff around the river. And so it’s this weird switch between the green desert and the hanging forest.
At the end of the day I am sitting at a campsite in my super comfortable chair which folds down to about the size of a groundhog. It’s the tree shade I was looking for. 85 degrees and I felt like I was burning everything visible. I did sunscreen today but will do it more often tomorrow. That’s the thing about this trip – it’s very desert based and I’m getting cooked. I will not compromise – unless it’s raining, the top stays down! Wind R Us!
Pictures!
Love this viewThe local grocery in Craig ColoradoIt’s the couple bars of 5G that makes me wonder..
As I’ve mentioned, the Internet has been hit or miss, and my original intent of stopping at a coffee shop for an hour, sipping a nice Latte (please be a dear and insert the right little like above that) – well that idea has not happened. On this leg of the journey I’m focused on one thing. San Francisco on the 20th. So I’ve had some hefty days. Monday alone was 500 miles, which is way too much for one day. It was through Nebraska, I wasn’t missing anything.
Working on this journaling my initial thoughts of *not* listed departure time and temperature, oil level, average length of hair, etc. turned out to be a good decision. I find all that stuff amusing, but who needs it?
Getting the initial posts out of the way was easy, but the posts while driving (or is it just one?) have been a source of anxiety. And we know part of this trip is not having more anxiety. It’s that I felt compelled to post Every Single Day, and just wasn’t making it. So I figured I’d do a twofer to get caught up. But really, I just need to post when I can, write when I can, and put together a nice narrative for you to enjoy.
That said, let’s talk states! We left off at dawn in..
Nebraska
It was pretty early, at least an hour before the alarm was set to go off. Around 5:45. Yeah, I know, that’s normally bedtime. I think I was just excited to break camp and see how that goes. First this I did was make coffee successfully – yay! Packing up was good, except I was on the road by 7, which seems like a really long time to take to pack up. Future days would be better. While I wasn’t in Nebraska yet, I was minutes away. Also, I have not found a way to gracefully get out of the tent.
I don’t know if I told this already, pretty sure I did. Enjoy it again! When I was in high school my brother graduated from an Army school in Arizona. He had to drive his car back from AZ to MN and my Mom thought it would be a good idea for me to accompany him. No idea why. Anyway, of the elements of the trip I remember are seeing the Untouchables in the base theater with him and his friends, driving through the rockies with Billy Joel’s “The legend of Billy the Kid” and classical music, and driving across Nebraska. It was like someone was just running past you with all the same scenery each time. The only time we stopped overnight on the trip was in Nebraska. I was barely awake, the cones on the highway were. a blur. We were weaving a bit. So he just picked the next hotel and there we were. Next day, more of the same. The parts I don’t remember? Not my first plane right, but certainly my first alone, any kind of grauation they may have had. We’re both pretty quiet and I swear we uttered maybe 25 words the whole trip. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. We just didn’t really have anything to say. Again, not in some kind of feud or anger. We were just kind of getting along, just without talking. All of the kids in my family worked at a boy scout camp at some point or another. I actually had the same job he had when I finally worked at camp. I was heading down into camp with one of my coworkers and he said that I was pretty quiet and didn’t talk much. I just said “I don’t really have anything to say. “. He replied “yeah, that’s what your brother said too.”
Back to the cornhusker state. It’s not completely flat, there are rolling hills. In fact the “big deal” in Nebraska are the sand hills. They’re hills made out of sand, and they’ve covered in grass. They have an awful lot of them. And often they just look like a hairy Windows background. Pretty, though. When there are up and down hills, they tend to be twisty, like if Bug Light decided to make twisties. Adding to the boring is that there are no pullouts, no rest stops, no tourist buildings. Just road.
I have this medical device implanted in my body, and it does a thing every five minutes. If that thing is uncomfortable to doing something annoying to my voice, I can use a magnet to pull a reed switch in the device and it skips that 5 minute cycle. When they implanted it, I got a bot with two moderately large and extremely powerful magnets, along with a belt clip and a watch band thing. Super ugly and large and obnoxious. For the last however many years I have had the belt magnet on me. It works for the task intended, but it’s also a great thing to fiddle with. If I needed a token like in the movie Inception, this would be the one. Bulky though. In thinking about the watch band, somehow I thought maybe someone had a magnetic ring. And they did. It’s a magicians thing for palming coins. Rare Earth, baby! So I’ve been buying and losing and buying and breaking (brittle) rings from Amazon for a long time. They’re cheap, like $7 each.
Now, I’ve lost the belt clip, but it always shows up stuck to a seatbelt or inexplicably in a pocket. And I’ve lost the rings – they’re easier to lose because they’re smaller, but also the fit has to be right. If it’s too lose you’re going to lose it, or it’ll fall off and shatter on the floor. The thing is, I’ve never lost both at the same time. And idiot me didn’t bring a back up ring. So when it fires I sound like Saw Gerrera from Star Wars. I’ve talked to many a clerk in the last few days where I talk to them normally and then all of the sudden I’m hoarsey mchorserson. I get funny looks.
Tonight I stopped at a hardware store and got some magnets, superstrong tape, and velcro. Taped the magnet to the velcro and BOOM problem solved. Though not elegantly. It’s ugly, it itches, and I assume now that I have a solution that works (it just worked! Yay!) I will find the other magnets. Would be great..
Let me complain a little bit. Small towns, would you please just tell us how slow you’re going to make us go? Don’t try and fool us into 50mph and then on no how about 35mph but really we mean 30 mph PSYCH IT’S 25 MPH SUCKER!
On the nature front, not a lot of excitement there, except I saw a little gray fox standing by the side of the road and darted when I passed. Pretty cool since they’re mostly only in Nebraska and don’t hang out on highways much. The campground the night before was beriddled with cottonwood trees, and I don’t think I’m going to get all of the cotton out of the car. Come to think of it I was looking for a tissue today and came across some cotton. I’m just now remembering that’s Actual Southern Cotton. The bugs on the road were really bad, so I ended up finding a car wash which took care of that. Two days later and I’m looking for another car wash..
Was in a much deserved (after a whole night of camping) hotel for the night, loves the bed, the shower, the flushing knob. Miss the challenge of it all, the. sounds, the smells. “Breaking camp” in a hotel is just as time consuming as a campsite, apparently. Pack everything, get it to the car, and reconfigure back to camping ready for the day.
The morning was well under way when I headed for Scott’s Bluff National Monument. I drove on the Oregon trail. At least that’s what the parks called it. I was *so* excited to use my parks pass for the first time. Bad news – it’s free. Hit the visitor center, gift shop (magnets), then off to drive to the summit. (Their words). I thought it was going to be a short nothing road, but it ended up being super twisty. And tunnels! They had tunnels! And not just boring straight ones, but tunnels that had curves, some sharp, in them. I would love to be able to drive up and then back down that road with no other cars. It would be twisty fun!
The view from the top was as you would expect. Very far away things, but also some closer things that were pretty. Look at the picture below to see just how FAR you could see. And I’m going to curse myself here but I’m not sure if it’s because I’m applying to logic and research to some of these places but I just don’t see the crowds I expected. I was alone on top of the Bluff for a good amount of time. Crazy.
Little Observations
Cherry Dr Pepper does not improve Dr Pepper.
I could listen to Barber’s Adagio on loop forever.
Old windmills doing what old windmills are supposed to do.
The car just asked if I wanted to take a break. Bragging point or bad sign?
Wyoming
The route really just glanced off Wyoming. I stopped at a visitor center / state info place that had a monument to Lincoln (his highway is here). He looks so sad. It’s his head on a pedestal. Like someone carved the head and then just abandoned it.
Wyoming was pretty flat, but there are mountains in the distance, and they are striking and beautiful and many have snow. I still don’t understand what a port of entry is, and why they have some not even on borders.
Wyoming infrastructure when it comes to roads is excellent. Everything you wanted in Nebraska you can find on this side of the port of entry.
Health wise, the noises my body makes when breaking camp will be revealed. My shoulder and that whole area is doing okay, taking the muscle relaxants as needed. Depression is still riding shotgun along with whomever that person is. Sullen teenager has be thinking of one of my kids. We’ll see.
My favorite thing of beauty? I’d say the fox. He was a cool dude.
Tomorrow: Colorado and beyond! (hopefully)
Pictures
Nebraska Untamed
The other stuff
An actual sunrise! I had no idea they still did those..
She just looks so small sometimes!The solution to my visibility issueAbe in his block of rockA view from Scott’s BluffSquint, hold the screen up close. The pointy thing in the middle is Chimney Rock. That’s 23 miles away!A little evening espresso, waiting for the weather to cool enough to put up the tent.Oh. Me. Oh. My.
Of all of the numbers and funny quips about farms or whatever, the thing I want to comment on every day is one thing of beauty I enjoyed. A thing of beauty. It could be those kayakers, or my art on the rain fly on my tent. But the thing that came to mind so strongly was the first 80 mph speed limit sign. Go back and look at the warning message this morning. Full circle!
I’m surrounded by old people. On my right is an old couple and I overheard something about them day counting, so they’re likely on a long trip. The couple on my left have been as quiet as if they turned the volume off. I had dreams of one of my neighbors being these ridiculous old gay guys who could tell stories for days but preferred mine. Not so close their drinking late into the night bothered me, but close enough that they rescued me. I don’t have firewood, and even if I did what do I need? Like, a 20 minute fire? The whole campground seems to be a nursing home, but that makes sense. No kids far enough out of school yet, and it’s a Sunday. It’s sooooo way out of my comfort zone, but if anyone invited me to their campfire, I’d go. Not lonely or desperate, just wanting the camping experience. And I have to learn that people are nice.
Things are going well. As suspected, I’m tired from the day and will sleep like a rock. I hope. I have a bag of earplugs and if anyone complains I’ll throw a handful at them. Nobody will mind though because they won’t have their hearing aids in, will be in a soundproofed RV, the RV generator will drown me out.
So we’ll just see how it goes.
Little Observations
So many silent cars.
I forget that our driftless area in Wisconsin isn’t the only one. Southern Minnesota let way to hills and clumps of trees and rivers and creeks and brooks, oh my!
The number of people driving the speed limit are exponentially affecting my speed over the speed limit. We’re all chillin’.
I forgot to bring a book. Had Hemingway’s short stories out and ready to go. Forgot it.
Also forgot an RC I set aside in the fridge. And a grape gatorade. I need more beverages. It’s good to be hydrated, as well. I’ve had a couple times of “what happened to my mouth?”
Pictures
Internet connection is iffy no matter where you go remote. I’m great at finding the dead zones. So uploading photos is slow. AI won’t enhance my picture. I can’t upload an update because I’m camping so remote it’s on the edge of a Dark Sky Area.
So it’s quite likely you won’t get an update for a while, then get a handful all at once. It doesn’t mean my car is hanging precariously off a cliff. If I’ve shared my location with you and I’m on a cliff road, just go to street view and see that I’m not there.
I’ll try not to drone about this too many times. But it’s important. The last trip was about mileage and times and ETAs and crossing cities off lists. Very .. military veteran of me. This one is about the moment, being patient with now, and enjoying a view of three kayakers on the lake in the golden hour. I’m not even going to take a picture. It’s just mine.
So we’ll just see how it goes.
WordPress and the Google Photos connector decided to die on me. After 45 minutes talking with Gemini about it, I quit. So until the connector heals or I have time to fix it, you get word pictures. I’m literally about to hit publish and the images start working. Well, you get photos, word pictures, and captions today. And then I’m done and I’m behind by another post.
Imagine a moonwalk grey 2019 Mini Cooper Convertible.. It rests quietly on the right hand side of the picture. It’s facing the camera as if to say “Let’s go!” In the middle of the picture is a fire circle (without fire) and an impossibly comfortable chair that folds up into the smalled thing you’ve seen. And on the left, almost in the background, site an orange tent with a Stylized “Dulcinea” on the side. It looks like it would have taken quite a bit of time to create.
Home sweet home. Next to all the giant RVs, Rocinante is tiny! Tent felt tint, chair is tiny (but super comfortable). I feel lucky to be on the lake and faced my door towards the water, I think it might be chilly tonight, I’m already cooling off.
Another shot closer to the fire circle. Still no fire. There will be no fire. On the right, the fire circle, empty of flame or ember. Because they sell wood across the highway and I was done driving for the day. On the left is a closer shot of the wonderful camp chair. In the middle of the photo is a picture of the tent with aforementioned logo – except this time the tent has been lit up by the setting sun, and appears to be on fire. There is no fire in the tent. Much like the fire circle
The sun hitting the tent just right, beautiful!
The interior of a tent. It is lit by a beam of the setting sun. The only things visible are sleeping bag pad, sleeping bag, and pillow. The pad is boring. The sleeping bag has a blue exterior and a red and back checked interior – flannel. Or at least something close enough to it that I can’t tell except for the lower price tag. The pillow is dark blue with constellations on it. It’s folded Marine Corps boot camp style, meaning the less than fluffy pillow is folder over once and then shoved in the pillowcase, which is tucked up toward the pillow. It creates a smaller but fluffier pillow out of what seemed like a thick piece of fabric. In this case, the pillow has also been connected to itself with zip ties that can’t be felt.
Another great shot only because the sun showed up. Cushion and sleeping bag should keep my warm, especially later in the trip when I’m at altitude and its frosty!
You see what looks to be a common gym bag. Athletic shoes, spare shirt. Collection of pill bottles containing controlled substances.
This is my new invention and I think it’s going to be awesome! It’s a bag with hygiene kit, PRN meds, daily meds for today and tomorrow, and tomorrow’s clothes. No having to shuffle out in pjs to the car trunk and open the suitcase with the world’s loudest zip noise. Today I will toss the empty pill container into the empty pill bag from yesterday, throw laundry in the laundry bag behind the driver’s side seat, and grab clothes for the next day. I’m so excited to see how this works out.
This came on within a block of leaving my apartment. Continue 80 mph? I was going 20!
My second turn I heard the familiar “bing!” of an alarm, meaning the car is not comfortable with it’s current situation. Tire pressure warning. I was going to check those anyway, it’s been a minute. Fine, I’ll stop at the huge gas/service station at 494 and France. I figured they were big enough they would have good air machines.
Oh, did they! I hadn’t seen one of these before, and it was cool. Set the pressure on the display, then go pop the hose on your tire and it inflates it to that value. Front left, filled and happy. Rear left, filled and happy. Front right and- oh wait, not happy. The valve stem cover was tight. Like not moving. Fine, it’s stuck, pull out the trusty pocket tool. And:
Well that’s not right
Well, that seems bad. It’s pretty much toast. I head over to the service area and asked a guy if he could help me. Four different tools later and he declared it screwed. He got the left rear off, but the front was really On There. He eventually got it unscrewed to the point where it looked like it was about to come off, but it just started spinning. Screwed. He told me to go check inside if they could help me at the service desk.
While I’m thinking the guy behind the counter would not be able to help me – he didn’t seem mechanical. Maybe more pharmaceutical. Looking around though, I saw the service desk. Super nice area, two smart and competant guys. One of them started checking me in, and gave me the rundown.
If you can’t get the (metal) cover off, it needs replacing at the base and beyond. And the pressure gauge would need to be replaced. $100. We’ll see what it comes out to. But I really want that pressure monitor working, so yeah.
Bad news: “Hour, Hour and a half” turned into “Hour and a half, two hours” and here I sit. Their waiting lounge is very nice, big comfy chairs and free water bottles.
It’s 10:02, 10:00 was the original launch time. Nice that I left early. My ETA was around 5, which is really late for the typical day, which got me worried about check-in time. Called the number on the web page, which was the Lewis & Clark visitor’s center. Guessing I’ll miss checking that out. Super nice staff assured me that if I get in too late. While I’ll probably remove the Pipestone National Monument from my itinerary, I’ll get back there some day on my Minnesota travels.
Trying to count this as a good omen. The tires will be in great shape and I’ve got time to write. An embarrassing revelation – I never finished Don Quixote, and barely remember the content I did read. It’s was though. Anyway, I’m wishing now that I read it and retained it so I could say “this tire situation is like when Don Quixote did xxx” and I would look super smart. Going to go search for the golden book version.
So here I sit, waiting. if you’re looking to visit me, I’m in a customer lounge. Not stressing. (Seriously, surprisingly calm)
Update: they found an easy fix and I’m back on the road! And THAT’s I could omen for the day.
In Miguel de Cervantes’ Don Quixote, Dulcinea del Toboso is the idealized muse and romantic obsession of the titular character. Inspired by the chivalric romances he reads, Quixote renames a local, earthy peasant girl named Aldonza Lorenzo to serve as his “lady”.
Gemini’s explanation:
Naming a road trip Dulcinea is a beautiful choice because a great road trip is all about how you choose to see the world. It is a perfect fit for three main reasons:
Finding Magic in the Ordinary: Just like Don Quixote used his imagination to turn a regular windmill into a giant or an ordinary road into a grand adventure, your road trip is about looking at the open highway and seeing romance, wonder, and endless possibilities.
The Spirit of Exploration: In the story, Dulcinea is the inspiring force that drives a traveler to pack up, leave home, and head out into the unknown. Naming your trip after her means the journey itself is fueled by a sense of high ideals, passion, and a search for beauty.
Connecting with True Nature: Your trip will blend the two sides of Dulcinea. You will get to experience the grand, poetic beauty of the landscapes (Don Quixote’s dream), while also experiencing the real, earthy, and raw power of the great outdoors (Aldonza’s reality).
Ultimately, the name fits because a road trip isn’t just about the miles you drive—it is about the beautiful way you choose to look at the world around you.
My Why
Gorecki’s 3rd Symphony – The Symphony of Sorrowful Song, is being performed in San Francisco on June 21st. I have a ticket. Well, a free RSVP. This is the symphony I’ve listened to through Ketamine Therapy for years, and the perfect music for a rainy day.
I thought about flying out, but that’s really stressful, takes forever, and rental cars are a hassle. So rather than take 5 hours to get there, I’m driving. Seven days to get there and, well, more than that to get home.
Goals, besides the performance: Nature. On the last trip it was the nature that moved me most, and this trip is focusing on those things. Planning for being able to take short hikes at locations. I took a mile or two hike around Devils Tower and it made my day. I spent a part of a day at Yosemite, and this time I’m going to have two whole days. And on it goes. There will be hotel stays here and there for a shower and real bed.
I will be working to post daily but with less technical detail than last time. No google ETA vs car ETA and temperature, etc. Posts sharing what the day brought me. And
In keeping with the mani tradition it’s quite minimalist. Tonight I will crank up the AC or just open the balcony door and see what it’s like to sleep in colder weather. And then the next night I might crank the heat and see if I can sleep in that weather. I do have a fan.
When you live in a house you can just walk out into the backyard set up your tent and say yeah, that works. When you live in an apartment you have to get creative. I have a system of bungee cords and heavy books simulating the stakes.
Ideally I will run out to a local campground and do an actual overnight, possibly with food. We’ll see.
Wait a second, you ask. Why do I need a tent? Well, hotels are not cheap sometimes running up to $150. Campsites are cheap sometimes running as though as zero. I guess that means I’m going somewhere again and it’s getting real.
I will post the whole itinerary or rather the goal itinerary at some time.
I also now have an Instagram account for the Windmill Posts. The idea being popping off quick shots through the day and have more of a narrative at end of day. In theory. 🙂
Welcome to a continuation of the tilting at windmills posts.. The goal is to post about future trips. Some of them may be a 25 mile jaunt, others may be across multiple states. Sadly, it’s not likely to be as long and as crazy as The Big Trip, but the hope is that they’re interesting at least. I like in the Twin Cities in Minnesota, so lots of day trips from there and as far as you can get in half a day. Opening it up for multiple day trips, but I can’t do hotels every trip. So I’m thinking of dabbling in camping options. We’ll see.
First of all, this is all one of my psychiatrists idea. There was a near magical respite from the depression and anxiety during The Big Trip. When I got home in December things settled back into my horrible life. Depression, anxiety, and so much therapy. She wanted to explore the idea of recreating that respite in the form of short trips.
The Trips
So far I have come up with the following potential roadtrips:
Northernmost point in Minnesota. It’s up in the Northwest Angle, which involves some interesting border crossing.
Southernmost point in Minnesota. Anywhere on the southern border.
Easternmost point in Minnesota. Just past Grand Portage at the tip of the arrowhead.
Westernmost point in Minnesota. Not in the little knob in the side of the state, like you would think. All the way up to the eastern and northern border.
Highest point in Minnesota. Eagle mountain, 15 miles inland from around Grand Marais.
Lowest point in Minnesota. Lake Superior.
Geographical Center of Minnesota. South of Brainerd
We have more than one continental divide.
The Hill of Three Waters. Located near Hibbing, Minnesota, is a rare hydrological triple divide where water flows into three different watersheds: the Hudson Bay (Arctic Ocean), the Gulf of Mexico, and the St. Lawrence Seaway (Atlantic Ocean).
We have one or two locations where four counties meet at the same point.
Lost 40. 144 acres of red and white pines went untouched by loggers when a surveying error mapped the area as part of Coddington Lake. The Lost 40 pines are 300-400 years old, originating when the pilgrims came to America.
Big Bog State Recreation Area. The 500-square mile peat bog is the largest in the lower 48 states.
Both National Monuments
Sawtooth Mountains. Hint: Not really mountains
Oldest rock. Morton Gneiss!
I’d like to report that it had the desired effect, but running on less than 4 hours sleep, there are a good number of times that road hypnosis kicked in. A little dissociating, but never enough to hurt my ability to drive. Plenty of stimulants in my morning meds to keep me awake.
Depression poisons the future as much as the past. Looking forward to these trips is a challenge, and this trip was no different. I enjoyed bit of it here and there but the adventure didn’t quite catch my heart. Maybe they’ll get better.
Landscape
Minnesota was covered by glaciers, more than once. As they came and went they altered the landscape, making a flat earth into something more interesting. Unfortunately, they weren’t everywhere. There are some parts of the state that are flat as a pancake. And I got to experience some of that. Even the Dakotas had rolling hills. I was in flat nowhere.
I thought I knew Minnesota, but there were so many towns I had never even heard of. Winthrop, Bernadette, Morton. I need to spend more time out in the unexplored territories. There were a handful of signs that had flashing signage when they were closed. Flooding?
Eventually I dropped into the Minnesota river valley and got a chance to see the river. It was still a river, not a creek or stream. But it was absolutely smaller than the river that meets the Mississippi. It did not look like commercial (or even recreational) traffic would spend any time going up and down the river at this point. Though I’m sure there are jonboats that fisherman bring. While I drove across a bridge or two, there were other roads and bridges crossing the river. In one case a very muddy dirt road led to the river, where a very muddy, very not paved or gravelled bridge crossed the river. I’m guessing there were a culvert or two allowing the river to continue on it’s way.
Morton Gneiss
Wikipedia says: Morton gneiss, also known as rainbow gneiss, is an Archean-age gneiss found in the Minnesota River Valley of southwestern Minnesota, United States. It is one of the oldest stones on Earth, at about 3.5 billion years old. Along with the nearby Montevideo Gneiss, it is the oldest intact continental crust rock in the United States. Some references say it’s between 3.5 and 3.6 billion. The difference between those two numbers alone is 100 million years.
The glaciers were here between 1 million and 10,000 years ago. These rocks had already been waiting billions of years. When it was created, the trees weren’t there. The animals were a twinkle in ocean microbes eyes. In fact, it was all ocean, no dry land at all. The atmosphere didn’t have oxygen in it. When I imagined what it must have been like so long ago it stretched the ability of my brain to comprehend that kind of time.
I love old things. Something you can touch that’s been around far longer than you have. Even better if it’s been around deep into history. It’s part of why I love the Redwoods so much. A 1,500 year old tree has been waiting peacefully before and through our civilization. And will likely be around long after we are. I think I appreciate the patience. The rock didn’t feel like that. It wasn’t alive, it hadn’t persisted.
But it was pretty cool to sit on and ponder the vastness of time.
Deets
Departed: 11:05 am CST, 63 degrees
Original ETA 4:44 pm CST
Arrival: 4:50 pm CST
Weather: 77 degrees, sunny, partly cloudy
Music:
Prince – Sign o the Times
Lady Gaga – Mayhem
Bis – Return to Central
Led Zeppelin – IV
David Bowie – Let’s Dance
The Crystal Method – The Trip Home
Mix
Observations
I found a new reason to hate the Waymo spinny spinner cars. Because they’ve been programmed to follow the roads properly, they’re also programmed to follow the speed limit. Learned that along with nine other cars following one at 15 mph down a parkway.
I was going to go to the World’s Largest Candy Store, but they were closed for the season.
If you trick your vehicle out to look like a giant Police vehicle, then you shouldn’t mind when I slow down to the speed limit or less. Because all I can see is law enforcement about to pull me over. It’s nothing personal. When you roar past me and I realize you’re actually an over compensating wanna be, then it’s personal.
Heading out into the prairies it seemed like a lot of the roads are scenic byways. I’ll have to come back when it’s green to see if they are.
I was worried highway 212 would be boring. It exceeded my expectations.
How do you know it’s the first convertible ride of the year? The sunburn. If I blush, you wouldn’t be able to tell.
Pictures
A non candid candid shotMinnesota can be quite flatThe Minnesota River was really beautiful. It was smaller than it is in the Twin Cities, but it still had this strength to it. Like someone who looks skinny but is super healthy and strong. I think it had a sort of depth that it’s shallow pools hid. And it has already traveled hundreds of miles to come to this point.Gneiss Rocks!Gneiss Rocks!Home sweet home. Or at least twenty minutes from it.
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