This town defines sketchiness, with wide streets that give way too much room for cars and a sense of desparation among some of the locals we have seen here, to get out of their lives and on to something more.
We've stopped here for the night on day 3 of the cross country roadtrip. The first night was in Ontario, Oregon, the second on familiar turf for me at Shambhala Mountain Center, in Red Feather Lakes, Colorado. The sights in between have been unforgettable, of course, with many moon-like landscapes near the mountain highways gradually giving way to flatter great plains of the midwest. It's been enough to give some sense of the people and the community beyond, and I feel inspired that so much of this country is indeed remaining undeveloped, but also a sense of concern and loneliness for seeing so much isolated landscape: what do those people who are here do with themselves, and do they dream of a better life elsewhere like the one on the east coast that I will eventually return to in MA? I've been taking plenty of pictures and video footage to capture those moments to last.
Tomorrow will take us to Chicago for a small-scale Hampshire reunion and seeing the city, followed by Ann Arbor, Michigan on the next day. On the road to new (eastward) horizons.
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