We’re into day three. It’s hard to believe that we’ve covered this much territory in just a few days. California, northern Nevada, Salt Lake City and as I type this I’m looking over the yellow hills of southwestern Wyoming. For the first few hours, the only real signs of development were the windmills up on the plateau.
Western Wyoming
This is one of the longer hauls we’ll be making without a stop this week, probably because there really isn’t anything to stop for. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to process the vastness of the western United States. There’s something incredibly humbling about being between these huge rocky mountains and plateaus – similar to having your feet in the ocean. God’s pretty cool.
Heading into Salt Lake City
Sometimes I think about the stuff I do and realize how incredibly weird it is. Two weekends ago I was having lunch with the Governor of South Carolina, which I left to go watch a man who could potentially be the next President of the United States, a man I have shot guns with, announce as a candidate for the presidency. This weekend, I’m on a bus traveling through the western US.
Somewhere between Winnemucca and Elko, Nevada
I never thought about politics before 2008. To have ended up doing what I’m doing is so bizarre, and most days I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing and am just along for the ride.
But what a fun ride!
