!8 July 18 Every now and then I’d like to have my old car serviced up and take off on a road trip. I’d like to visit Arizona again. On the morning of my choosing to embark on such an adventure I’d head due north to Fargo, North Dakota. I’d take two and a half or three days to get up there, stopping along the way wherever I chose, site seeing, shopping, doing whatever my mood dictates, Nuntilfinally arriving in Fargo. Over breakfast I’d decide if I wanted to turn right or turn left when I left Fargo. If the coffee was good I’d have a second cup before loading up the car and clearing out of the motel. Since I want to visit Arizona, I turn right toward St Paul and on to Wisconsin. On the way to Madison I’d stop and visit my brother in Wisconsin Dells. Ken has had a bad knee injury and is experiencing some difficulty getting around, my sister in law is in a nursing home, so I’d not tarry long. What can you say after you say hello? It’s a short hop over to Chicago and I’d hurry through the city and make my way up to Cleveland. From Cleveland I’d look for the back roads, avoiding th Interstates where ever possible. I’d make my way ever so carefully up through New York and on into New England where I’d travel way west of the coastal highways, through the several states up to Banger, Maine. This is the turn around point unless something interesting posed up. I make my way down to DC where I plan to spend three or four days doing the town. Where I stop and what I’ll do along the way is immaterial. I can’t ask my traveling companion what she’d like to do because I’m traveling alone. Just me, myself, and I. I’m heading for Jacksonville, Florida. Traveling alone I’m not inclined to drop down to DisneyWorld so I turn west and drive over to Mobile. I’ll spend some time in Mobile. I want toes the sights, explore some of its history, and enjoy the food. I plan on gaining ten pounds in Mobile before heading to New Orleans and then on out to El Paso. Finally I’m in sight of Arizona as I follow Interstate 10 to Tucson and on up to Phoenix. I’ll pause in Phoenix, remembering the times as a sixteen year old I hitch-hiked from North Texas to San Diego and on up to Camp Pendleton, getting a job along the way of driving an old flatbed truck with another truck strapped down on its bed and top heavy, driving this rig for a man who was trying to avoid ports of entry which was a mandatory stop for trucks back in those days. The brakes went out twice in the mountains on that trip and I manhandled and geared it down which is no small chore for an experienced truck driver. I still remember coming out of the hills onto the bridge over Hoover Dam where a car was parked on the bridge and a man and woman and little girl were walking about. I set down on the horn and passed them safely but i know I scared those folks and I myself was frightened half to death as I tried to control that old truck at speeds too fast for a top-heavy truck with no breaks and a steering wheel with too much play. On up to Flagstaff. Flagstaff where my roommate and I on the way back from Las Vegas met some folks in a cafe at lunch time, talked for an hour and decided to spend the night where we went to a dance with them, partying until the wee hours. What fun. We spend another night in Arizona. then turn back east for Santa Fe, Amarillo, OKC and home. What would have happened and where would we have gone had we turned left instead of right up there in Fargo I’m not sure. We’ll have to leave that for another trip. It’s been over a month and my quest for the open road is fulfilled. I’ll be content for a while. But I’ll be saving my pennies and looking at maps, and at some point I’ll feel the yearning agin for the open road. It was a good trip but would have been more fun had I a traveling companion, someone to talk to, someone to share the excitement a long and exciting road trip of this duration can generate. Would have been twice the fun. Until next time.