Well, I’m in Texas now. A lucky turn of events allowed me to sell my pears all in one go, the thirty boxes I hauled to Salida, CO from Grand Junction, and head directly for texas several days early. I was also fortunate enough to have the timing align so that I could help my old roommate, Kay, who was doing maintenance around the home I lived in while I was attending Western State Colorado University, WSCU, and living in Gunnison, CO. I am at a picnic grounds between Vernon and Chillicothe, and the roasted peppers that I got from the vendor who bought my pears are delicious with the rice that I was able to cook up quickly. Last night there was a huge thunderstorm that was perpetually on the horizon, clouds thousands of feet tall flickering with lightning, mesmerizing. I couldn’t have picked a more interesting time to drive through Texas. I have seen many turkey vultures, and it might only be me, but they seem to be larger in Texas. My excitement grows as I draw closer and closer to seeing the boat, though I seems it may have to wait until tomorrow. Damn those peppers are SPICY! I tried to remove all the seeds! I have been exposed to many commercials on the radio already (more society than I bargained for), including some which are pushing for the public to remove standing water from around their homes and to always wear pants, long sleeves, and EPA approved mosquito repellent in order to repel the recent Zika virus. The new Zika epidemic has become a problem recently, creating some birth defects in Brazil especially. Because of the hard rain late last night the humidity is very high, and I’m becoming nostalgic thinking of all the time I spent by the ocean in San Diego. What a magical thing the ocean is. Our Planets regulatory organ; Distributing heat throughout the globe.
Every town that I drive through seems no different than the last. Water towers are ubiquitous. Dilapidated barns and brick industrial buildings. Lots of farming going on here, the water pipes mounted on wheels fifteen feet above the crops, with hanging sprinkler systems. None are operating for the rain, but on a hot summer day I’m sure many of these can be seen roadside creeping across the landscape giving water and life to the crops and those who will eat them later.
Traveling is a good reminder to be always in the moment(just as a locomotive passes by sounding the horn). If you cannot find happiness in this moment, what makes you think that the next will be truly as you expect it? Keeping in mind my hustle to bolt to Houston so that the current owner of “Keen Breeze” doesn’t sell her before I get a chance to sail her. Well got to go! There is road to put behind me!