In the summer of 2003, Charlotte and I decided to take a trip across the country by rental car (why a rental? Don't ask--it's complicated, dull, and annoying.), stopping at various friends along the way, seeing the sights, and culminating in our annual visit to the Burningman festival in Nevada. This is the diary we kept along the way.
|25-26||Hot Springs AR|
|?||Oklahoma City OK|
|31||Mesa Verde CO|
|?||Grand Canyon AZ|
|11-13||Los Angeles CA|
|16-24||San Francisco CA|
|24-Sept 1||Black Rock City NV|
|2||Salt Lake City UT|
At the lookout point, the Golden Gate bridge is hamming it up for the tourists. Its lower portions are clearly visible, its upper reaches shrouded in opaque fog. On the right, Alcatraz shines gold in the afternoon sun, and downtown glows white even as clouds obscure the tops of its skyscrapers. A pelican flys by, making slow progress against the steady westerly wind. "that's the most unlikely creature I ever saw!" exclaims Lotte.
Outside the gift shop is a mysterious sign in an unknown language. I wonder what it could mean...Feel Free