I still have hopes of going on the road with an 18 wheeler. I want to do it in a certain way. It is going to take a good bit of creativity and persistence. I am pretty sure I am going to do it in a way which is as austere as I can make it. A used tractor and a simple flatbed. I think I can, I think I can . . . .
Today I saw a truck and lowboy hauling a digger heading south on US 195. I stood in the field I was walking through with one of my dogs. (The one I freed from the dog gulag, the one who was about to be gassed. Prince is his name. He is a unique dog, he's part Chow and part Lab. He has a sweet part to him and a . . . . Well, I do not have words to explain it except to say I think he is studiously and intentionally obnoxious.)
I stood in the field and watched as the driver piloted his rig down the road. He would be in Lewiston by dusk. The sun came out through the falling April snow. The truck was newer, the lowboy white, the digger a deep orange yellow. The truck, trailer and digger lit up as the sun hit them. It was a beautiful sight. I imagined myself behind the wheel. I felt myself behind the wheel. Easy, intentional, feeling everything, outside of myself.
Being a driver will be work. It will be real work. I have no illusions, believe me. Still . . . Maybe I will be unable to do it. Don't know. Still want to try it.
Monday, April 21, 2008
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