Go East, Young Woman

The trek eastward continues.

And not to be outdone by Sunday, which had a theme song, Monday felt strongly that it, too, deserved a theme song, especially since it asserted that Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest, and exactly where did it get off having a theme song.   Being the sympathetic sorts, we gave in.  Here is Monday's theme song, in all its glory.

So, in case you couldn't tell, we headed back into Indiana today.  (No, really!)  And unlike Sunday, we did have a destination this time!  We were headed for Goshen, Indiana (south of Elkhart, not far from South Bend), to visit our friends Wilma and Barb.  But before we got there, we had an important stop to make--a museum that we had spotted and longed for on the way west, but had missed due to our slovenly ways (we arrived just after they closed).  Not this time!  Here we are at (drum roll) the International RV Hall of Fame & Museum!

There were two highlights of the museum (for me, that is....Phoebe liked the flat screen TV's in the huge new RVs).  The first was Mae West's 1931 "Housecar".  Apparently, this was one of the "enticements" offered by Paramount to get her off the vaudeville circuit and into movies.  It's a chauffeur driven "lounge" that transported her from her home or hotel to movie locations for a number of years.  Apparently, she had a rocking chair on the "back porch" of the vehicle for fresh air.  Apparently, I use the word apparently too often.

The second highlight had little to do with the museum itself, but was simply the most vivid (and odd) of a series of like experiences during this trip.  When we entered the museum, there was an extraordinarily eager and enthusiastic (and a  bit off center) man at the front desk (it's not a busy museum, I suspect they get pretty enthused about guests).   He greeted us (and tried to escort us through the self-guided museum, but that's another story) as I got out my wallet to pay our admission.  He said "Just the two of you?"  I said "Yes."  And then he regaled us with how wonderful he thought it was when, every once in a while, a grandparent comes to this special place with their grandchild, to share together the wonder of historic RV's, passing down through the generations, blah, blah, blah, you get the idea.  Phoebe and I winked at one another (this is not an infrequent event, especially in the Midwest, where people clearly do not believe in gray hair, nor, I suspect, in having children after 30 or so), and go ahead and let him charge us the steeply discounted rate for "grandparents". And there I was feeling offended about those AARP solicitations that come in the mail!

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner (mmmm....farm fresh corn) courtesy of Wilma and Barb, and took a beautiful walk along the Mill Race at dusk to get homemade ice cream at Chief, which according to one Yelp reviewer, you're not supposed to know about, so shhhh, keep it under your hat.

I am still recovering from our conversation (Barb is a real estate agent) in which it was verified that I could buy the little house that I live in in Lexington for about $60,000 (or less) in Goshen, quite an "artsy fartsy"--Barb's words--community.  Sigh.  Many many thanks to them for putting us up!

Onward to Ohio tomorrow!

Peru

Okay.  Fine.  You win.

Yeah, we're in Peru. 

Illinois.

We are in a La Quinta hotel, though, so we've got that Latin thing going.  And we did head east.  And our hotel is south of the highway (a little).   So that's almost the same thing.  Right?

Several things that were noteworthy about today, though.

First off, last night, at about ten, we left Des Moines, Iowa, the furthest point west of our whole trip.  And this morning, we left Colfax, Iowa, where we stayed last night, and headed east on the first leg of our trip home (not that we don't have many things to do and places to go and things and people to see before we get there a week from today, oh my yes we certainly do).  We are in some shock that the trip is more than half over, particularly as we are accustomed to much longer road trips, but we are confident that we will recover and live to roadtrip again.

Secondly, today was possibly the first day of the trip (today is day 11) that we did not have a particular destination other than "a few hours east".  So we slept late, ate breakfast some miles down the highway (in a restaurant, not on the highway, for those of you who are pickier than the average bear), and hit the road.   With one stop for roaming in an air conditioned shopping mall (it's HOT here) and picking up some Mad Libs for car entertainment (did you know that Copernicus constructed a rudimentary telescope with a fork and two pieces of taco stuck to it, one to each end?  I didn't either!  Amazing stuff!!), we roamed and we rambled and we followed our footsteps, and we wound up in Peru!  We are road trippin' kinda gals.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, by virtue of this being the first day without a destination, it had  theme song!!  Yay, theme songs!

And so, dear readers-who-have-been-very-patient-with-this-old-broad-who-has-often-been-too-pooped-to-blog-after-these-long-days-of-fun-and-driving-but-is-now-trying-to-catch-up, here is our theme song!  Enjoy, and we'll see you tomorrow!

Darned iPhone GPS

I've never claimed that I'm immune to mistakes. 

So there we were, just driving along, heading east for the first time in ten days, and, well, the GPS said to turn right (due south) and so we did.  It did seem like we were driving for a pretty long time, and the scenery didn't quite look right, but hey, we do what the map says.  Lo and behold, look where we wound up.

Yeah.   We're in Peru.

Oops.

I gotta say, Phoebe's really acculturated herself quickly, don't you think?

Why We Do This

This trip is about dreams.  That's our theme.

About three or four days ago, Phoebe commented that this trip was not like the other ones, in that we didn't have a clear theme.  I reminded her that this one was about dreams, and she said she knew that, but that dreams are not really a theme like The Oregon Trail is a theme, or Paleontology and Geology are a theme.  She was, and is, of course, right.   On this trip, we don't have a goal every day of doing something within our theme, something that ties all experiences together. 

Except that we do.

I am still working on explaining that.  To her.  To me.  To you.

Dreams are about listening.  They are about what we think of when we don't know we're thinking.  They are about what we are told--sometimes obliquely, sometimes blatantly--whether we choose it or not.  They are about what we can learn, if we listen to what comes.  At least that's what they are to me.

Last night, we went to see Eat Pray Love at the charming Portage Theater in Portage, Wisconsin (where, by the way, they sell hot mini chocolate chip cookies in paper cups at the snack counter.  Just sayin'.)

It was the first real "grown up" film that Phoebe has been to, and a pretty long one, which in moments equaled boring, but mostly she got it.  Her primary thought after leaving the movie is that she very much wants to go to Italy to eat the food there.  I love it that she holds that as possible, even likely.  I, of course, loved it.   Oh, sure, it had its faults (I'm bugged by the clothes thing for one, but we'll tawk if and when you see it).  I don't care.  I don't care in the same way that I am perplexed by the insistence of so many people, in fact darn near everyone, that Field of Dreams is a baseball movie, and the lasting appeal of the film is due to America's love affair with baseball.   I mean, it's not like I haven't noticed that it's got a strong baseball theme.  But the insistence thing is confusing.  And tiring.  Here are the things I think the movie is about:  Listening to the Voice(s), paying attention, honoring yourself, following your dreams, creating, following a muse, doing what you know is right--what you are pulled inexorably to do--whether it seems crazy or not and whether everyone makes fun of you or not, forgiveness, healing, and okay, sentimentality (I love sentimentality).  Right.  The same things that Eat Pray Love is about.  Right.  The same thing that our road trips are about.  Which pretty much explains why I got teary when I saw the "Welcome to Dyersville" sign this afternoon.

This is a trip of listening.  As they have all been.  Except this one is more open-ended, allowing it to be heavier on the listening and lighter on the "make it fit".  Beautiful.

So let me tell you what happened today.   Let's just call it Convergence.

We were driving through southern Wisconsin and into northeastern Iowa....I'm not quite sure exactly where we were, but I do know it was after the torrential thunderstorm which, blessedly, didn't last too long.  I think it was somewhere around Elgin, but I'm not sure.  The sky had lightened and it was difficult to miss the bright yellow "burma shave" type signs along the side of the road.  Here is what they said:

In the interest of full disclosure, there was a sixth sign that made it clear that these were in fact an advertisement for large corn maze ("maize maze", I love that).  Once again, as ever....I don't care.  Just like I don't care that Field of Dreams is about baseball.    I saw them.  I read them.  I felt blessed, I felt seen, I felt like someone somewhere out there gets this life that we're leading for these two plus weeks, even if it is sometimes deep, infrequently serious, occasionally aimless, and sometimes just downright goofy. 

Yes, it's a sturgeon.  Yes, it has a saddle. 

(above photo taken today in Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin, which, just so's you know, is pronounced "Prairie doo sheen"....oy, Americans.....which even still sounds kinda cool as a French kinda name until you realize that it means Prairie of the Dogs, or at least it does when the French words are pronounced like, say, they're actually French.  I thought it referred to those little cute(ish) animals that pop their heads up out of the ground, but apparently not.  See how much you can learn on these trips?)

The second point of convergence was just too overwhelming, even for me, and I'm deep into this dream theme, even if no one else can figure out exactly what I mean.  I know what I mean.  I took a few moments tonight to check my facebook stuff, see what folks are up to, claim my sappiness, you know....and I see a notice for the new show on P.O.V. (fabulous show) that is premiering in a few days.

(let us pause for a moment to pay homage to technology, by whose grace I can program my tivo to record the show in my home in Massachusetts even while I roam the dog prairie.  All hail!)

Just in case you don't know about it, the upcoming film (showing on Aug. 24) is called The Edge of Dreaming.  I could barely speak when I heard what it was about, which, best as I can gauge without seeing it yet, seems to be exploring the edge between science and dreams, between clairvoyance and coincidence, between fear and fate.  

There are questions to be answered on this trip.   We're listening. 

Resurrection

No, not that one. You should know better than that. (don't get your panties in a bunch, it's a word, and as such can actually apply to more than one thing, I'm flexible like that, and yes, I also believe in relativism, but let's not get into that.)

Here's the thing. It's been a little while. Okay, three years. Or so. We're not on the Oregon Trail anymore, and haven't been for a good long while. We don't have any jerky left, and don't intend to buy more. We're both three years older--wiser, I don't know about that part.

We travel when we have a theme. And when we have time. Last year, we didn't go. (insert sobbing sounds) So, natch, nothin' to write. Two years ago, we did go to Paris and Switzerland. We could have blogged about that. That would've been good. But we didn't, because I didn't want to schlep a laptop around Europe. Your loss. It was a good time, we bought art supplies and sketched the Eiffel Tower on my 50th birthday, blah blah blah. Way fun. That's enough of that. Hey, we didn't blog the first trip at all--and that one was a doozie, involving many national parks and dinosaur bones-- so count yourself lucky. Maybe I'll throw in some pics from those trips here and there just to confuse you, you never know.

But here we are. We're back. We're on the road. Again. If you know me well you know that I am doing a massive happy dance at the mere idea, much less the reality of it all.

This year, we (okay, I) got a theme. Way back in May or something. It was obvious, it was easy, it was natural, just like it's supposed to be. But despite having a theme, it seemed that it was not destined to be this summer. Alas. Alack. Dammit. But then it did. All of a sudden (you have no idea). And we're here (bet you want to know where "here" is, don't you? Read on, friends, read on.).

But here's the other thing. It seemed crazy to have the old header up there. The wagon train, the dust, the explanation. So we've got a new look (after I saved the old one in a secret place because, well, I save everything).  Like it?  We do. 

So this year we have a Dream Theme (which is different than a Dream Team, because in that case the word "dream" is modifying the word "team", and in this case it just means that the theme is about Dreams, so it is a word...er, concept...unto itself. Makes sense, right? (I have no idea what I just wrote, hoping you have some idea, maybe you can let me know)  Sometimes it will seem like the theme is right on, sometimes it will seem completely unrelated, but we'll know.  Heck, life can be a dream (sweetheart), which makes darn near everything fit.  Right?  Right!

So....stay tuned. More to come. This is a short one, two and a half weeks (or so). Filled with dreams, dream states, dream metaphors, and much quirkiness.  Because it's us.

Read on.  Enjoy!