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.
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!
I think making Napa my first visit to California was a really good move. It was laid back and beautiful – and the weather was amazing. I’m aware that it is so different than San Francisco or Los Angeles, and I am pretty positive it was much more my speed.
We had a dinner with locals at the Napa County Fairgrounds last night – obviously, the wine was wonderful. A local Christian band named Remnant played as well – a very cool group with tight harmonies and a great acoustic vibe. It was a great evening and the Napa organizers were awesome.
This morning, we did the rally in Napa and then drove through the Sierra Nevadas. I couldn’t stop snapping pictures – between the sharp mountains and Lake Donner and the sparse town we’d pass through, it was so unlike the rolling, green Appalachians I spent my whole life driving through. I sat in the front of the bus beside our bus driver Jerry and grabbed Instagrams through the window – bug guts and all. If we weren’t already an hour and a half late, I would have asked to stop. I would have loved to see Lake Tahoe!
Here’s the deal.
I’ve let this site go, because of time constraints, yes, but also because I have other platforms for politics now. People actually read sites like RedState and the Bigs. This site has been dormant largely since I came to Washington.
I’ve decided, however, to relaunch it with a new purpose. I’m going on a three week cross country bus tour. I’ve been on the road a lot. I take a lot of pictures. I go a lot of places. I want to document it.
That’s what this will be from here on out. I will be blogging travel stuff, miscellaneous music and culture stuff. Life stuff. Political analysis will be elsewhere from here on out. Obviously there will be crossover because I live politics every day, but that’s not the purpose here.
Anyway. I’m excited to resurrect it. As I write this I am on an plane to California to kick off the Tea Party Express tour in Napa tomorrow. Check out the FreedomWorks site and Twitter for updates. I’ll do nightly photo dumps and such on this site. Hope you come along for the ride!