Just keep Driving Driving Driving.

Coachella road trip continued…

We stopped for a ‘everyone’s going car crazy’ break on a side road and discovered this totally spooky and wicked abandoned gas station. We were tempted to raid it for antiques and/or treasures but time constraints got the better of us.

Power lines may be my favorite thing about urbanism, they remind me of inukshuks or people or robots. They look alive to me, and maybe they are in a way, since they’re filled with energy. In my journal I wrote,

“Who builds all of these power lines? and do they know they’re beautiful?”
I’m fascinated by geometric imagery created accidentally and for practical purposes.

Are we there yet? NO. We’re getting lost on crazy fucking freeways. Everyone yell a different suggested direction at once, and smoke all of the cigarettes.

I feel like I may have been the most and least helpful, because I don’t drive and I’m shit-all at navigation. So I’m super easy going and don’t mind an extra hours worth in the car due to unnecessary detours because I’m not the one behind the wheel, and I could read + daydream contently forever, but maps also just look like beautiful images to me.

The seas of windmills in California were so beautiful I almost cried, a few times.

They gave me an incredible sense that maybe, humanity will be okay? Is that Cheesy enough for everybody? Seriously. I was just so overwhelmed by the sensation that this is the kind of society I’d like to live in. The caring and innovative kind.

To be continued… next up, the actual festival, promise!

I would move to Arizona for the colours alone.

Coachella road trip continued…

After leaving the so adorable Bozeman, Montana, we drove all day and night to arrive at the Grand Canyon sometime in the AM (we were avoiding the clocks and ate a disgusting amount of icing sugar-coated mini donuts). Also, some people bought jelly filled donuts and some bought what they thought were jelly filled but weren’t, so there was a lot of frustration because those are really important miscommunications.

It was too hot to sleep, and almost too hot to read, which may have had something to do with the current punk based soundtrack but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the windows anyways.

“Fucking nature anyways eh? What a whore.” – Courtney

Landscapes like water colour paintings accented by gigantic flags saying,
“God Bless America.” – my journal

AH the colours!

Getting to the center of the canyon is approximately a four hour drive there and back so we only drove up to the river side. We went for a very quick morning dip, since the water was so cold, then laid on the dock for a while and relished in the sun, since it was snowing in Regina when we left. Then on our way back we stopped to take pictures of the crazy alien rocks and ended up cliff climbing for at least an hour. (I’m the least cliff climb-y)

All of the rocks were so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. By the time we’d decided to leave I was running down the cliff-side with an arm full of glittering earth-skin.

Then we sat on a gorgeous patio and drank delicious american beers.
To be continued…