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May 01, 2004
The Road well traveled.
I'm off to Redding until tomorrow night. I leave you with this piece of prose I just found. I wrote it late last year as I was driving down the less used Hwy 6 on my way to the Nevada desert. Hwy 6 used to be a main throughway, full of life. Its use declined significantly once the interstate system was created and 395 was built. Its legacy and history echoes through today in the form of countless abandoned towns, watering holes, and houses. It is a glimpse of America from a far more innocent time.-------------------------------------------------------
8-23-03
Some roads are imbued with the dreams of those that once traveled her. Full of high ideas and ambitions that whatever destination was sought held salvation itself. The dilapidated diners and way stations giving a dim glimpse into the visions of the weary travelers bounding toward their destiny. It was a much younger more naive America that sought salvation through geographic migration. "Go West young man! Bright lights, big city. Back to the country." On the road... going somewhere. Past her prime, one place isn't much different from another. The myth dispelled. Was it true, even then? Was there salvation over THERE, or, as today, was it always the journey itself, with blind ambitions of better times ahead. Did it work out? How many times has the wanderer been betrayed by reality in the form of necessity?
Posted by wonko at May 1, 2004 09:36 AM
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