"...And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go....."
-Excerpt from "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Mountains, deserts, twlights
Old highways and scenic byways
Skeleton ruins and lost visions
Long horizions seen through loving eyes
With big adventures under inspired skies
Cross country roadtrip with my love
Virginia to California roadtrip
Marriage and Family
Stopping at beautiful locations along the way for bike rides and trails.
I feel extremly lucky that my Dad gave us his truck for the journey.