Hello dear reader, and welcome back! A lot of shift has happened in my life since my last post and considering that I promised to only share my thoughts here when I feel like it, think an apology isn't necessary. If you need an apology, I'm sorry that you won't get one. Just know that you've been missed, and I'll make more of an effort to stay in touch more often.
So, where the funk have you been since my last post?
If you are familiar with the United States, you are probably aware that it is a pretty big country. Not the biggest, mind you, but a BFC just the same. How big, you ask? Approximately three million and seventy-nine and four-tenths of square miles, and that includes water which you definitely want to take enough of before you set out to measure a nation.
During the course of measuring America in July, George, Stella and I stopped many times for water and ice to keep ourselves hydrated. A triple-digit heat wave had gripped most all of the mid-western states which made the trip "pretty, pretty dang hot" as some disc jockey's in Missouri might say.
To see massive fields of corn and soy beans wilting in the heat was, and still is, a significant concern for farmers who, according to signs posted along the highways of Missouri, feed an average of 128 people a day.
It took ten days to drive a fully loaded Ford Focus from Vermont to California, which included stops in Rhode Island, West Virginia, Ohio, Missouri, Colorado, Utah and Big Basin National Park in Nevada. Camping at 10,000 feet above sea level gave us a long overdue respite from the heat and despite my nosebleed, had managed to stay in good spirits over the entire course of our journey.
I am still actively adjusting to my new environment and think that Sacramento will eventually accept me as a Californian. Until then, I'll do my best to funk with people in a joyful way to let them know I'm here.
~T.
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