Today at work we were fantasizing about where we would go if someone were to give us a blank airline ticket, and we could fill in the destination. There are several places I would love to visit -- Russia, India, South Africa, Israel, Italy ... gosh, where wouldn't I love to visit? I remember several years ago reading a wonderful book by John Steinbeck called "Travels with Charley". Steinbeck traveled throughout the United States in a camper which he named "Rocinante" after the horse of Don Quixote. He started his travels in Long Island, New York roughly following the outer border of the United States, from Maine to the Pacific Northwest, down into his native Salinas Valley in California, across to Texas, up through the Deep South, and then back to New York, a trip encompassing nearly 10,000 miles. Charley, his traveling companion, was a French poodle.
Ever since I read "Travels with Charley", I have wanted to take the same trip, and follow the same route Steinbeck took. I have been across Canada by train, and going through the Rocky Mountains is always amazing and to use an overused word -- awesome. I have gone through the Canadian Rocky Mountains by train and by car, and I have flown over them, and they are truly majestic.
To me, however, America seems like such an interesting country. As Steinbeck described it, it changed completely from one locale to the next, not only in scenery, but in customs, politics, opinions, accents, attitudes towards strangers, levels of education ... He felt America had become several countries in one. I have always wanted to take a road trip through America, on exactly the route Steinbeck took, and to see how much the country would change from New York to New Mexico.
In the blogging world, everyone is from "somewhere else". I would love to hear about your little corner of the world. Tell me a little bit about it. It's so far away from where I am, and I may never get the chance to see it.