My friend Jean is an “inmate” (her words) in a very nice old folks home. I have known her since 1970. We have lots of history. We talk on the phone quite often. She wanted me to visit. I was in Quartzsite, AZ and she is in Champaign, IL. I got on the road with the new Esbit stove and headed east.
June in Colorado’s Shavano Wildlife area. Because of the snow I tried out the Esbit. The smell of the solid fuel was not bearable, for me. Even when I used it on the tailgate outside. Very sad. It worked well enough, a bit slow.
The soup, still in box (no dishes!), heated up nicely with one fuel tab.
After a few days the snow melted and I fell in love with the area.
Leaving Salida, CO the serious driving started.
I drove through all kinds of little towns, was awed by the Mississippi, couldn’t get over the size of the wind turbines, saw Amelia Earhart’s birthplace, never had a problem finding a place to stay . Fell in love with a country and western song on the radio about a guy who loved his International Harvester. Thought about Eisenhower, regenerative agriculture, the business of corn and ethanol. Fun two lane drive for days. Then I was in a big city in Illinois. City traffic, big university graduation, horns, sirens, lights, stop signs, one way streets. Aggh. Headed back west after a 15 day visit.
For some cock-a-mamie stressed-out reasoning I decided to return via interstate highways. In the pouring rain. On I-70 for many many miles. Days of scary amounts of rain, monuments at rest areas to the westward-ho men and the “Indian troubles”, no one wearing masks.
Ate at interesting truck stops and never really knew where I was. I think it was the sameness of the road and going so darn fast. Lilith, the truck, held up very well.
Finally got to stop and camp in nature with giant boulders, then camped on the banks of the healing Colorado River. I’ll tell you about that part next post.