||[Oct. 24th, 2008|06:00 am]
Amaranth and Sky Go Homeless!
Oddly, I don't have a terrible lot to say about the trip. It felt like we were on the move so fast most of the time that I hardly had time to think about any of it. But now that I finally posted some of the pictures, it seems a little less like a blurry dream. I think it is just one of those things that will make more sense the further I get from it.
America: so not scary. Maybe we were just always in the right place at the right time, but we didn't almost get eaten by sharks or anything; it was rather disappointing. We never once found an appropriate opportunity to use the pepper spray or Forager's Guide, or other items people worriedly sent with us. "Do you think this is what your uncle had in mind?" wondered Sky, using the knife to peel a stubborn orange.
Los Angeles, Las Vegas, New Orleans, Miami, and New York City: boring compared to our very first stop out in the woods in Tekilma, Oregon, visiting our old college friend and her hilarious new husband whom we continued to quote many miles later... "First I'd shoot it. Then I'd rebuke it. And if that don't work I'd just run."
The grand canyon: pathetic compared to the soul of my Atheist Friend, who denies that he has one.
The best times were rather:
- laughing so hard lying on park benches making fun of the po-lice cops
- laughing so hard that I swallowed the ocean (not recommended) as we practiced our awful comedy routines. "A homeless person walks into a bar..." "Is that the whole joke?"
- laughing so hard playing "special" scrabble with extra-alphabetic beads from the toy machine at CiCi's for 5 hours
- laughing so hard yelling out the car windows at night because we didn't care anymore
- screaming so loud while Sky laughed so hard at me because I'm not used to storms like that and I thought we were being attacked
Actually, I think the real best times were before the trip officially began, and after the trip was officially over -- just dancing and hiking and bowling and awarding WalMart employees with old friends, and swimming and rope-swinging and tubing and jamming till 3 in the morning with new ones.
We learned: we're not very good at being homeless. Everything that's not private property is public property, and either way is usually illegal.
We learned pertinent questions for local dining: "Red or green?" (NM) and "Sweet or unsweet?" (the whole south)
I still find it amazing how Sky and I were totally on the same page throughout the entire trip... even before we left, "planning" the whole thing through email and a couple phone calls while she was in Bolivia.
Anyway, since we ended up going south instead of north at the last minute, changing the whole course of our trip, I feel like the one we planned never happened and therefore another trip is in order...
...and will soon take place, as I attempt to keep my car running all the way across the country again (in a somewhat more direct route this time) in a couple short months, before heading to Korea. Didn't I say when I left Oregon that I would probably end up out east somewhere?