When I left Winnemucca, Nevada on Wednesday the local radio station described the area as Buckaroo Country. I thought about that for a while and decided that it probably did not mean that all the residents are cowboys, but they do probably have cowboy affiliations. They certainly listen to country music; it’s on all the channels.
After I drove through Great Falls, Montana today, the radio told me I was in the Golden Triangle. I have no idea what that means, but as I looked out on all the fields I wondered if they grew golden plants.
I am now in Shelby, Montana and just settling into my motel room, charging up my phone and recharging my camera’s battery. Everything gets plugged in to recharge except me!
Once again, I enjoyed good weather and long open roads today. There were very few cars and trucks on the roads, so the only stressors were maneuvering through temporary lanes for the occasional road works, wondering if I had enough gas to get to the next gas station, and navigating steep winding mountain roads. I have decided that when the road engineers put a speed limit on a curve in the road, lots of people see it not as a limitation but a challenge. Forty-five miles per hour you say? Pshah! I can go much faster than that!
I listened to more of The Antidote and this time got a little bogged down in the philosophies of Rene Descartes and Eckhart Tolle. When it got to the part where Oliver Burkeman explained why I and my self are not the same things, I decided I was ready for some comedy. So, I switched to Kevin Hart’s You Can’t Make This Up. I didn’t get very far with that before my battery ran down, so I spent the next little while pondering the phrase “I am mad at myself” and wondering who I imagine my self to be. Don’t worry. I didn’t come to any conclusions.
Because of my battery problems, I didn’t get many pictures today, but I did see a lot of the great, unpopulated, outdoors. The next time someone says that America is too full to take in asylum seekers, I may smack them about the head and tell them to drive across the country. But, if I did that, I’d be mad at myself, and that would result in a philosophical conundrum, so I won’t.