Point A to Point A

My boyfriend and I drove across the country in July of 2016. I’ve told this story so many times that the experiences and memories have removed themselves to screenshots and elevator pitches. But it was still an incredibly humbling and centering journey. Primarily because the United States is SO BIG. Look up ‘big’ in a thesaurus for more information re: the vast and desolate landscape that is our country.

I took a few pictures while we were out in the middle of nowhere. This way when I’m re-reading Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead I can look at poorly composed iPhone pictures of Arizona/Nevada, &c., and I won’t have to try as hard to imagine the landscape of the play.

Albuquerque, New Mexico. Did you know that driving west as the sun sets on the high desert is a recipe for a car wreck? That’s why the city places the stoplights at eye level. Before we left, we took a short hike into the foothills. We didn’t get very far because I was convinced that a rattlesnake would jump out and bite us. Alas, all we saw were roadrunners.
Monument Valley. This detour caused a shitty fight that I never want to relive, but this place was beautiful and sacred. We also felt very unwelcome (white people in Navajo territory). This was an experience during the trip where we were reminded that this country is not ours; we stole it from people who are now suffering at our hand. 
Many people who have visited the Grand Canyon have told me that it’s underwhelming. I’m not quite sure if that’s the right word, but it’s certainly unfathomable. In my casual readings of astrophysics and socioeconomics, I’ve read about the human mind’s limitations w/r/t scale and infinity, and the Grand Canyon really feels and looks like an example of infinity. It goes on forever. And I have terrible vision, so it might’ve continued on farther than I could see. The green dots you see in the photo are trees. Trees at least 7 feet tall. And they continue down, farther and farther. Unfortunately, we were crunched for time and cash, and Nix has a paralyzing fear of heights, or we would have taken a hiking tour down to the river–I’ve heard that view is incredible.  
I can’t quite remember where this is, but I believe it’s somewhere around the boarder of California/Nevada. We drove for hours without seeing a single car. For most of this stretch, we barely had WiFi, too, so if we’d’ve run out of gas, we would’ve died. Close call!



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