Well, as luck and experience would find me, I find myself back on I-80, facing the Wal-Mart parking lot to which The One Who is Bearded delivered me just a few hours ago. Enormous storm clouds, summer pavement, sloshy McDonald’s coffee in the cup-holder, Jake’s grey shirt.
My back is to our bus’ destination, New York City. In this place where we once lived I will sleep and eat and leave again, for tomorrow I join my Girl Cousin/Adventure Partner on a plane bound for Denver, where we will find Erin, Garret, and the forever puppy, Netty.
From there we will drive deeper into what Will Smith has called The Wild Wild West, and so tonight I am saying goodbye to my lush, dense Pennsylvania as it smudges past this row of windows. Stands of sculpted tree-tops, the aching sun setting over the backs of lumbering tractor trailers. The world goes blue, then black, then it’s all road sounds and tail lights until I reach the great glowing city where my friends sleep.
Here are some pictures of Erin and Garrett, our gatekeepers of the West, and Mufasa, who is shaved for the summer.