G'Day!

Slicing through the Scenery It’s been at the back of my mind. Just out of reach until last Saturday. Then driving from San Diego to Idyllwild, I realized that freeways in the United States slice this country into pieces. The realization comes to you along with the momentum that you feel as you slide along at 70 mph plus, on a track that's elevated above the real world. This is not the pleasant meander along country roads that I grew up with in Australia. Its odd that this little slice of Americana came to me this last weekend. I’ve lived here since 1982. But a memory came back to me. A Greyhound bus cutting a swath from Canada to San Diego. Down the length of I-5. I was going to see the whole of the West Coast. High up in a bus, someone else driving. I’d see it all. But cement and cars was all there was. It seemed that something was out there but it was always just beyond view. So traveling to Idyllwild this last weekend was not fun! Well not at least until we turned onto the Idyllwild National Forest Highway and begin the winding climb to over 5,000 feet. That’s when we heard from the 2%’ers!