During my trip to see the eclipse in
Tennessee, I read Al Gore's new book. Reading it brought elation
to the part of me that feels "the revolution will not be
motorized!" Lots of useful ideas on the framing of the term
"revolution" in constructive ways there.
After seeing the eclipse on August 21st in Tennessee's State
Capitol, we went down to Georgia to visit with my sister on the
I was charmed in Alabama. That is to
say the nicely air conditioned bus station surrounded by closed
retail food places had this ribbon weight or button laying there
on the floor by my bag.
TV had epic news from the weather
front. In the end, at least 50 inches of rain landed some places.
They were using phrases like "record rainfall".
Kansas amounted to a big windmill
farm with an overpriced Popeyes in some drinkwater town. Denver,
on the other hand, was good!
Going across the Midwest we did the
math. Our bus was due in Denver after our connection to Salt Lake
City was scheduled to leave. Not just a half an hour or something
like that. To make matters worse, there weren't that many of us in
that situation. Virginia and I decided to change our plans.
Instead of going to Idaho Falls and the Yellowstone, we'd just
spend the day acting like tourists in Denver. I was excited by
this because I'd heard that tourists could buy weed retail and get
a mile high if that's what they wanted to do. Was hoping to be
able to do that.
The bus station in Denver refused to change our ticket destination
from Idaho Falls to San Jose, but they rescheduled our tickets to
Idaho Falls with a bus change in Salt Lake City at no charge. We
decided to just get off in Salt Lake and hope for the best.
The first thing we found out in Salt
Lake City is that the office wouldn't be open until most of our
stay there was behind us. Stashing all that stuff somewhere was
not an option. We headed for the light rail station towing 47 lbs.
of stuff. Good thing the station wasn't far off.
The light rail let us off near
Temple Square. Everything we passed was closed. Turned out that
being a tourist in Utah when everything is closed for the sabbath
feels like exploring an old school videogame maze. Lots to see,
but nobody to talk to. We got a few blocks before Virginia put her
bag down on a bench in the shade. She told me "How about you go up
the hill and view the Capitol. I'll stay here and watch the
stuff." I said okay and left her outside the worldwide
headquarters of the Mormon Church. Saw the view from the top of
the hill, among other things.
After that we found an open
restaurant and ate a good meal. Found an open bookstore and got
stuff to read on the last leg of the trip. Then we went back to
the Greyhound Station. To make a long story short, the station
agent had no problem with just sending us back to San Jose.
Charged us $20 each for changing out tickets though.
Got coffee in Nevada.
This book grabbed
me in the bookstore in Salt Lake City for some reason. I read some
of it as we crossed Nevada and California.
As we left the Greyhound Station to
walk down to the Caltrain Station, POTUS and Finland's President
were on TV. We were tired and happy.