It never ceases to amaze me the things that you can find if you just look around. I had prepared for a long grueling drive from Teton Village to my stopover in Elko, NV. Originally I was going to try to go from Tetons to just south of Reno in one day, but at the last minute I split the trip into two days. Good thing I did, too as I never anticipated so much amazing country in Idaho. My route took me along the Snake River, through small towns and farmland, mountains and open plains. It really is beautiful country.
Even my stopover in Elko offered up an incredible steak (this land is peppered with grass-fed beef – a far cry from the hamburger machines you see traveling north of Los Angeles on the 5) and the kind waitress even suggested what turned out to be a wonderful drive through Lamoille Canyon with the potential to see big horn sheep. No sheep this evening, but a wonderful drive through fall color and the majestic landscape of a glacier-carved mountain canyon. Never underestimate even the most mundane seeming places.
color me jealous. Roaming the roads, man and machine, Lots of time to think clearly, good food and drink on your stopovers, Listening to your favorite music while clicking away at the odometer, spectacular scenery , truly a unforgettable journey. Never come home, follow the pavement until a special place tells you that you are home. You will know, when you get there.
Leo says hello, and told me to tell you he misses you.
A Quote From The 1868 Maine Farmer’s Almanac: “God made the first garden while Cain’s red hands built the first city. Alas the day, that ever Cain’s coquetting mother found it so pleasant to hold the memorable conversation with the gentleman of fascinating address and sibilant accent from a subterranean metropolis. But for that men might live in gardens still, and not feel constrained to shut themselves up, on two sides with brick and one with stone, enveloped all the while in an atmosphere which a rude analysis finds composed of dust, smoke and many well defined and several savory odors. Yet men acquire a morbid taste for city life, and finally, regard the country almost with dislike. A similar unhealthy state of feeling is that of the convict who, released after a long term of imprisonment, would return of his own accord to the gloom of his dungeon.”
Make the break as soon as you can.