We just
completed a 5,100 mile road trip to the Portland,
OR area and back. It has been 4 years since we took a long road
trip – that time from Reno, NV
to Louisville in a moving van. As always, the excitement of the road trip,
my love affair with America,
the joy of traveling has consumed my summer.
I could not wait to see the vastness, the beauty and the majesty of my America
again.
As always,
the first and major impression of the road trip is the vastness, the scale, the
scope of our nation. It is a vast land –
huge and sprawling – telling the history of the physical world in the hills,
valleys, streams, mountains and plains of America.
The land was formed by the drifting and colliding of great land masses, the
upheavals of huge chunks of rock, and the violent cataclysms of volcanoes. The land has been crafted across eons by the
forces of wind, water and ice. For all
of the timelessness of the landscape, those of us who know, know that we are
looking at a mere snapshot of the land – that it was different 10,000 years ago
and that it will be different 10,000 years from today.
The effects
of this summer’s drought and heat struck me as our first morning on the road
unfolded with the rising sun. Southern
Indiana and southern Illinois
are dryer and more parched than central Kentucky. The crops are devastated across a vast swath
of America this
summer. Dry land farms look bad; but even some irrigated corn will not make a
crop this year. It’s funny sometimes,
how bad weather will compound tough economic times.
Still
reeling from the visions of shriveled crops and burned out pastures, we rolled
through St. Louis. Here is a city in the very heart of America. This was once a great river port, the Gateway
to the West, the well spring of the American Dream; the Gateway
City looks like a bombed out war
zone. Vacant apartment buildings,
abandoned factories skyline their skeletal frames in a show of destitution, of
emptiness, of 60 years of liberal control choking and throttling the economic
engine that built the once great city.
It wasn’t
just St. Louis. All across the country, small towns and
cities seem to be reeling from the Recession.
Boarded up buildings and vacant store fronts lined the streets of almost
every town that we went through. Many of
the small elevator towns in Nebraska
and Wyoming looked like ghost
towns – waiting for phantom trains to come and haul away the ghostly grain.
And, this
year, that is all there will be; the ghostly memory of harvests past.
We spent
two days in our old home town of Reno,
Nevada. And sadly, the oasis at the edge of the
desert has not escaped the wrath of the Obama Recession. Downtown Reno
looks like some European city at the end of World War II. Only the strongest of the casinos have
survived, but Virginia Street,
the main drag through town looks devastated, the side streets nearly abandoned.
It is a sad vision of a city that was thriving just 4 short years ago. I keep telling myself that for the sake of
the cities and towns and lives ruined across the country, that November cannot
come son enough.
Rolling
eastward, later then, headed home across the vast high prairies of Wyoming,
I saw a wondrous site. Standing on a
bank, on the south side of the road, was the biggest coyote that I have ever
seen. He was resplendent in his summer
coat, shining golden in the morning sunlight, as big as most German Shepherd
dogs.
My reaction
to seeing the monarch of the prairie was interesting. After the initial shock and disgust at seeing
the great predator – I am never far removed from my cowboy past – I found
myself thinking that regardless of the drought, regardless of the politics,
regardless of what mankind does, the coyote will survive. Like the rainbow, the coyote may be God’s promise
that life will go on – whether we understand it or not.
Fifty one
hundred miles from home and back; two days in Reno
and the deserts there around, three days in Vancouver,
Washington; road trip extraordinaire! It was great to see my second great love, America,
again. I have missed her over the years.
And, it is
also great to share my thoughts about the road trip with my Faithful Readers,
once again.
