Wednesday, May 4, 2005
7:52 a.m. Backseat blogging.
The front counter guy at the Inn at Afton was all Southern accent and perky accomodation at a quarter to six this morning. He went to the back to get us hot coffees in styrofoam cups, and said, when we left, “Y’all come back and see us.”
Country roads and the squat, crooked wood fences. I was thinking that all that was missing were the cows, then we turned the bend, and voilà les cows, big and small and brown-spotted and black.
The sun was rising over swathes of greyblue mountains as we wound ’round the Blue Ridge Parkway. Green green green, and bursts of bright white dogwood like the trees blooming diamonds. We were singing along to “All You Need is Love” on volume up, because it’s true.
Yaya told a joke that ended with us denouncing it as “nulle,” but some minutes later I revisited it in my mind and it was amusing after all. “Faut la laisser mijoter,” I said, and Maud reckons it’ll be hilarious in three days.
On Route 130, we drove with a train and the river. Kids waiting by the road for the schoolbus pick-up. Kicking the dirt, and hands shoved in pockets.
Seven a.m. in Glasgow, Virginia: there is no tea for ready money, and the gas pumps are out of gas.
7:52 a.m. Backseat blogging.
The front counter guy at the Inn at Afton was all Southern accent and perky accomodation at a quarter to six this morning. He went to the back to get us hot coffees in styrofoam cups, and said, when we left, “Y’all come back and see us.”
Country roads and the squat, crooked wood fences. I was thinking that all that was missing were the cows, then we turned the bend, and voilà les cows, big and small and brown-spotted and black.
The sun was rising over swathes of greyblue mountains as we wound ’round the Blue Ridge Parkway. Green green green, and bursts of bright white dogwood like the trees blooming diamonds. We were singing along to “All You Need is Love” on volume up, because it’s true.
Yaya told a joke that ended with us denouncing it as “nulle,” but some minutes later I revisited it in my mind and it was amusing after all. “Faut la laisser mijoter,” I said, and Maud reckons it’ll be hilarious in three days.
On Route 130, we drove with a train and the river. Kids waiting by the road for the schoolbus pick-up. Kicking the dirt, and hands shoved in pockets.
Seven a.m. in Glasgow, Virginia: there is no tea for ready money, and the gas pumps are out of gas.
Labels: Travel: Road trip USA
posted by stellou at 11:23 PM
4 Comments:
Ok so I am totally jealous. Here I am stuck at work at 8 plus in the morning waiting for people to actually come into the office for my sceond breafast and thinking GAWD! i should so be on a trip like you! Eh? are you not staying at hotel 81's? *grin*
So much is happening out here I cannot wait for you to come back! I need a detox session at Toast followed by retail therapy! COME BACK!!!!
girls,
sun and rain in paris, lots of people dressed summer-like and then caught under the rain, i feel like standing on a poubelle and shout for the wet t-shirt contest like in a pub for tahiti...i never happens but it's funny to think of it and the car crash we could make and all the street would be full of people dancing, swirling their wet clothes around each other's flesh,
i've been staying in front of my computer for two months with rare breaks and now all becomes virtualises even going to the monoprix to get some packaged goods. i must look blury when i walk down the streets.the car and your driving is sort of the same, the screen is designed by all the limits of the car only i don't which moovie i see, yours or theone outside in front of you...you go for your own fiction and it is the first time i witness a kerouac inheritage happening live on the screen that eventually links all our fantasies in one virtual body, compound datas...stop the global pizza go for the local stew, love to yous
Oh, I'm jealous too, Stellou!! Isn't Shenandoah lovely? I like the squat little hills that used to be mountains off to the east. They remind me of hunched over old ladies that used to be of medium height, and are now at belly-button level!
Oh, and sweetie, Route 66 of American road trip fame starts in Chicago and terminates at the Pacific Ocean in Los Angeles. You were on Hwy 66 coming out of DC.
You're trip sounds awesome. Enjoy!
Maria
anonymous who didnt sign, we like you a lot, but WHO ARE YOU????
Ze Girls...
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