The Main Question Is...
(The first time I wrote this entry, it was sad and angry. I put the lap top on the foot stool and looked at what I had typed and realized... why? It just
doesn't have to be like that.)
You know, I don't know how much of a "city" person I am. But I enjoy being versatile. Because I know that I can go from Ashland, Ohio to Muncie, Indiana to Harrisonburg and finally to Fort Wayne, Indiana... and I've survived.
I guess as I've gotten older (hah. 18, so old?) the 800 mile drives are not as exhausting as before.
Saturday morning we drove through the mountains of West Virginia. Oh Lord was that beautiful. You know, I think I'll always remember Mom and Dad listening to John Denver at the top of that mountain. To my left was the drop... so clear, I could see the shadows and highlights on the mountains. To my right, the mountain with it's frozen water falls and herds of deer. (Yes, herds.)
Ohio is an interesting state. Generally, as a Midwestern state, it would be flat. Not so. As you move from south east Ohio to the western side, the mountains slowly flatten to a gentle roll.
The Ohio country side is unique. The barns are completely different from the barns in Indiana. And it's sad to say that this is the first time in years that I've traveled through Ohio during the winter. There has been flooding in the past week and then the water froze on the fields. It was literally a large sheet of glass. I remembered it immediately and was glad that I was able to see it again.
Indiana country side is serious business. Agriculture is one of the biggest economic factors. The fields are "up to snuff". There is not on tractor anywhere. The farm houses and barns are tidy. The fields are tidy. The cows have sporadic tufts of fur, but even the COWS are tidy in their small herds. (Yes, herds.)
But do not be fooled. Other than Lansing, Detroit and Chicago... Indiana cities are some of the dirtiest places I've ever been. Fort Wayne is disgusting. There are beer bottles in trees and sacks stuck on street lights and on flag poles. Trash was every where. The must hate the earth.
Will I ever fit in there?
There are a lot of stores. The liquor stores or gigantic. You know those ABC stores around the corner? I saw a liquor store the size of Kroger. There were more where that came from.
Then there was the Coliseum. Nothing, by far, like the
real Coliseum. It had an airplane on the front lawn.
This trip wasn't about having a lot of fun.
Nothing too fun happened.
At one point, I was bored to tears. Literally. First there were tears, then laughter, then nausea. So I stood in the shower for a while. That didn't help. I sat outside the hotel door for a while hoping for someone to walk by. There were only two other people at the hotel that night. (Seriously, dad found that out from the chick at the desk.) So I walked around.
I mean really
THINK about ME without anything to do. It's NOT a good situation to be in. I paced... and paced... and paced. Nada.
So we left Fort Wayne this morning at 8. I said goodbye as we drove towards Ohio.
Some things I saw today:
-Nuclear power plant. The same one I've seen every time we go through Ohio. It's a friend now. And today, the steam coming from the stack was
beautiful against the sky.
-A man riding his bicycle on the road below us. He wore a red plaid coat and yellow beanie. A long beard. I wondered where he was going because there's nothing on that road. He must've been traveling.
-The man at the gas station who flirted with my mom. She dug it like crazy. He dug HER like crazy.
-The woman at Subway that I scared and made her cry/laugh.
-The geese around the gas wells.
-The tops of factories in Mansfield.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but I love industrial cities in Ohio. I guess it's because I grew up in one.
The rail roads. The sound of trains.
What's funny is that I really connected with Bob Dylan in his book The Chronicles Volume One when he said, "There's something familiar about the sound of train whistles." He continued to say that it made him feel close to home. And it was strange that after being in Ohio all day, I realized that I feel comfortable when I hear train whistles. And conductors seem to be friendly.
So we're in Marietta, Ohio tonight. This hotel is weird. It's nice but at the same time it's not. It has nice beds and clean sheets. But the toilet doesn't flush very well and Mom just touched the handle of the coffee carafe and it shattered.
I like the heater.
It's freezing in Indiana. Freezing across western/central Ohio. Cold in South Eastern Ohio. What's it like in Virginia?
Well,
It takes seven hours to cross Ohio (stopping twice to go to the bathroom and once to eat lunch.)
Uh, blah blah blah. I'll be home tomorrow.
Blah blah blah... I want to eat dinner.
Divinely yours,
BETH