Conversations with Myself

After a while, as much as I hate to admit it, driving becomes monotonous and I do easily slip I into passenger mode. I want to stop less, I want to drive more. Dare I say I just want to get where I’m going? No, I wouldn’t go that far, because I still don’t want to get home. But driving becomes hypnotic, mindless, the drone of tires on pavement interrupted only by the rudeness of concrete. It’s easy just to go and forget. How do you snap out of that?

Traveling the country, we’ve been to the pines of high and the sage of low. Rain, snow, and thankfully a bit of sun and heat. Happy March!

After a day of driving by the time 6 pm rolls around we are ready to park and call it quits for the night. By 8 pm we are ready for bed! I always have great expectations but the reality is by the time night falls, I’m ready to sleep. I barely want to eat. Forget about long walks in the countryside. The places we stop are so often littered with trash that it’s a challenge to walk the dogs at all!

Last night was no different. We stayed behind a Shell gas station just inside the CA border (and thank goodness it was here or else we would be playing the “where to stay” game, especially since many rest areas, including the closest, have been closed…though apparently it is not legal to stay in rest areas). Trash, TP, dog poop everywhere. I had my dogs peeing on the dumpster wheels and on light posts in the middle of the parking lot just to avoid the grassy/dirty areas. And let me just tell you how much I appreciate people who actually clean up after their dog. We went on a short nature trail. Leashed dogs were allowed but we chose to keep ours in the vehicle. Probably just as well since a could of other dogs (and owners) left land mines right smack dap in the middle of the trail! How Rude!! If perhaps you don’t have a bag (which you should), you should at least flick the poo (with a stick or rock) out of the main line of traffic!