{"id":47,"date":"2016-10-28T14:11:57","date_gmt":"2016-10-28T14:11:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.no-destination.org\/?p=47"},"modified":"2016-10-28T14:11:57","modified_gmt":"2016-10-28T14:11:57","slug":"oct-1-the-pads-just-east-of-death-valley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.no-destination.org\/index.php\/2016\/10\/28\/oct-1-the-pads-just-east-of-death-valley\/","title":{"rendered":"Oct 1 : The Pads"},"content":{"rendered":"

One thing I noticed as my days passed is that I wrote less and has much less ennui. I was more invested in the immediate exploration, and the \u201cwhere to camp tonight?\u201d and \u201cwhat to do tomorrow?\u201d questions.<\/p>\n

Oct 1 : The Pads, just East of Death Valley<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

Now I can say I\u2019ve been to (through) Vegas. Had some awesome chicken BBQ there!<\/p>\n

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My love affair with road trips and traveling started in utero I’m sure. I was born on the road. Well not literally but almost. My folks were on their way to Seattle but their car broke down in Berkeley and I was born in that City because of a failed her trip. Or rather because of an adventure. A road trip is just getting from one destination to the other adventurers was something unexpected happens. On that road trip.<\/p>\n

As I type this, U2s “but I still haven’t found what I’m looking for” comes on the oldies radio station broadcasting out of Lake Havasu all the way to here outside of Hoover Dam \u2013 another man-made marvel of engineering and destruction.<\/p>\n

Remember, no matter where you go there you are. I watched The Amazing Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai a dozen times but it wasn’t until after my father’s death that I understood what that phrase meant<\/p>\n

I think I want wholly unfamiliar. Or the coast where the smells and intensity of the ocean take precedent over familiarity<\/p>\n

When I was a teen on the road, I often felt that something was chasing me and that by driving I could stay a few steps ahead of it. That feeling of being chased was very tangible then. In retrospect, I wonder if it was the sense of mortality that we all inevitably feel that was chasing me?<\/p>\n

It’s never been about the where to. It’s always been about far away from….
\nI want to be lost out here. So that my external World matches my internal world<\/p>\n

A friend of mine sent me a podcast. I’ll play this game my next trip:<\/p>\n

(\u00a0http:\/\/dirtbagdiaries.com\/?s=roll+the+dice<\/a>\u00a0) with this as the travel plans. Take a dice and roll it:<\/em><\/p>\n

1 = go north.<\/em><\/p>\n

2 = east<\/em><\/p>\n

3 = south<\/em><\/p>\n

4 = west<\/em><\/p>\n

5 = stay put<\/em><\/p>\n

6 = cross the nearest state border.<\/em><\/p>\n

The only rule? No backtracking.<\/em><\/p>\n

Pugsly just wants dinner<\/p>\n

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Argos seems pretty happy<\/p>\n

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I got a new point-and-shoot camera and this was my first attempt at a panorama. It didn\u2019t seem to adjust well for the sunset light. Still, a beautiful location.<\/p>\n

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Death Valley is very, very quiet. No night-time coyote howls, no evening cicadas. Just quiet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

One thing I noticed as my days passed is that I wrote less and has much less ennui. I was more invested in the immediate exploration, and the \u201cwhere to camp tonight?\u201d and \u201cwhat to do tomorrow?\u201d questions. Oct 1 : The Pads, just East of Death Valley Now I can say I\u2019ve been to (through) Vegas. Had some awesome chicken BBQ there! My love affair with road trips and traveling started in utero I’m sure. I was born on…<\/p>\n

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