Just got back from picking up the old Probe from my uncle in Ames, the one I wrecked in the Arby's parking lot the first time I tried to drive a stick. Well I got it back to Lincoln okay. My uncle was very cool about it, couldn't sell the thing for more than a pittance so he decided to give it to me, and I'm grateful: kung-fu, the legend continues. The vanagon will be phased out over the next month, at the end of which I return it to the rents.
Driving back from Ames in the late afternoon was nice. Late afternoon is definitely my favorite time of the day, when the sunlight goes orange and the shadows get long, and the haystacks so to speak look the best. The landscape between Ames and Lincoln was just like a Claude Lorrain: trees in silver tensile detail, rounded hills with cornrows, everything ordered, geometric. It is corn-harvesting season right now. Combines stirred up giant billows of dust which trailed off over the interstate. Dust-moats floated, frozen in the act by a late sun.
Really lonesome travel is about the best thing you can do for your brain. Good thoughts always pay a visit.
Posted by Alan at October 18, 2003 09:02 PM