When last I checked in, I was on the outskirts of Jonestown, Pennsylvania. Even if I hadn't been out in the sticks, it would have been 'rural' by most standards anyway. It did have a Subway, but that was about the end of modernity. There were more cows, horses and wild lilies than there were people. It was a good place to start this new life. Quiet, pretty, friendly. A gentle easing into the world of... having no friends and no company on most days.
I keep waiting for that to catch up to me. It's been a month now, since I left Alaska and... I feel alright, surprisingly enough. The two or three week mark usually gets me. But, this trip out is very different than my past wanderings. A) I'll be home soon. We don't even bother to think of this as having 'moved away'. It's temporary, however long term it will be. B) I have Josh and it's hard to be lonely with a person like him around. C) Putting myself in all these weird new situations is going to change me as a person. I'll grow up some more, get to know myself better, meet a ton of new friends, and have a crap ton of new experiences to write about, so... I'm just thinking of this as my job, and we all gotta have one.
Anyway. When I last wrote, that's where we were. Josh took the truck back to the mechanic the following day and, just as I expected, got a far different reception from the dudes in there than I did. By the time he was finished with them, they were agreeing to pay for the labor to take it apart again and fix it up, and promising to have it ready in time for us to leave town. We were in Harrisburg, going to the leather shop to buy some more tools (Josh has gotten into making these bad ass leather sheaths for knives) when they called us to say that, while the clutch had in fact been bad, the real problem was that the transmission was shot. And because Chrysler teamed up with Mercedes in '06 when Sheila was built (Sheila is what we've named the truck, for those of you that didn't see that on facebook. That, or 'Fat Bottom Girl'), it has a Mercedes transmission, and those are about $5,000 new. In the end, they got us one at dealer cost, which was closer to $3,000, because they had essentially told me it was good to drive to Alabama even with the rattle, and would have sent us off like that into certain engine failure because they'd fucked everything up so badly the first time we took it in. In any case, we both sat in our dinky rental car and didn't speak for a long time, trying to absorb THAT nice little... financial kick to the stomach. If anyone knows much about used car laws, get a hold of me. The dealer that Sheila came from is, now that I'm settled in again, about to get a fucking earful.
(Here's Sheila's backside, for those of you that have never met her)
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Our 'Fat Bottom Girl' |
So, with the truck fixed, and because I'd already bought tickets, we left Jonestown Thursday after Josh got off work and drove straight to Philadelphia, to go see Foster the People in this big, awesome outdoor amphitheater. Driving a fat truck on narrow, cobblestone streets is fucking freaky... but
we were on cobblestone streets!!! I've never seen one before then. I was super excited. Once we got to the show, it seemed like we were the only people there not smoking weed. It made me a little nostalgic really... Alaska and Philly aren't so different in at least once sense. And it was an ok show. Josh has not been to a lot of concerts, and I have, so I was hoping for something mind-blowing, and that didn't happen, but it was still fun. I don't think, unless it's a band that I'd give an ovary to see live (the Black Keys) or it's at a small, intimate place like the Bear Tooth (because that is a whole different animal than a big show), that single concerts are worth the money to me anymore. $300 for a hundred bands... or $40 for one. Simple math really.
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Foster the People |
Philadelphia
is great. It's one of my new favorite cities. It had that feeling. Awesome little bars in the Old City part of town, tons of character, great food, interesting people, lots of music pouring out of doors and windows, and more history than can really be absorbed in a single day.
We saw the Liberty Bell (through a window. The line was outside and around the building and we were too hungover to stand around that long waiting, but it was still a trip to look at it in real life). One of the single most recognizable symbols of the Human right to Freedom known in the world, cracked, fragile, and revered in it's humble little enclosure. It was quite beautiful, really.
And then, damn near right next door, was Independence Hall, built in 1753. Where the wealthy, white people of the late 1700's forged, onto a piece of paper, their malcontent with being ruled unfairly by a distant monarch (paper made out of hemp, in case you didn't know that. It was the single most useful fiber that existed for thousands of years. 12,000 at least, that we know of. The oldest hemp relic that we have is a piece of canvas that dates back to 8,000 BC, from Mesopotamia. It was grown by George Washington himself, it made the clothes worn by the first American settlers, it made the ropes and sails for the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria that brought Christopher Columbus across the oceans to ruin the lives of the Native Americans in the New World, who were still wearing animal skins and making string from sinews. Hemp facilitated our movement across the globe, it (the fiber and seeds part) does not contain enough THC to cause a high, but the alcohol industry didn't like having competition and in 1936, it funded the creation of Reefer Madness; a propaganda film that made all kinds of wild claims about marijuana having 'soul-destroying effects', claiming that it would cause the loss of all moral compass, a voracious appetite for violence, rampant sex, and murder, and irreversible insanity. Most people didn't have a clue that hemp and marijuana (which was a name that was invented for Reefer Madness and the push to illegalize hemp) were the same plant. And suddenly, the most useful, abundant, and easy to grow product on earth was banned. Sorry for the long sidetrack, but I can't even explain how monumentally stupid it is that we STILL believe marijuana should be illegal). Anyway, it was fucking awesome to stand there, where our forefathers started a revolution against bullshit rules and tyrannical dickheads. I wish my generation had half the balls.
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Independence Hall, and me, rocking my super cool Alaska Roots tank (shout out to Krystal! Check out her website http://alaskaroots.com/) |
From there, we drove past DC. I was sad to miss it, and will return when I have more time, and when I have a motorcycle instead of a fat dually, because the traffic snarl surrounding that place was enough to make both of us hate everyone in a 10 mile radius. Good thing we had a new clutch to burn up in traffic. Ugh. We went briefly through Baltimore, and then down to Roanoke ("Rock me mama, like a wagon wheel"), where we crashed for the night. Woke up early, and drove through the rest of Virginia, part of Georgia and Tennessee, and into Alabama. The whole while, listening to Joe Rogan podcasts and learning all kinds of cool shit.
I made Josh listen to my all-time favorite, which was the podcast Joe did with Graham Hancock. He's an English historian, and a beautiful speaker, and he basically single-handedly convinced me that the Great Pyramids of Egypt and the Sphinx have been around way the fuck longer than generally accepted academia tells us. Not only that, but it should be compelling enough to all of them to get some attention, and instead it's getting a lot of resistance. I just think it should be fully explored, whether what I subscribe to turns out to be right or wrong. There is enough evidence to at least warrant some more scrutiny. Who are we if we don't understand our roots? I did a lot of research into this after hearing this guy talk, and it's what I believe. You can believe whatever you want. But, here are the two whoppers that got me interested.
1.) There is a ton of water erosion on the Sphinx enclosure. Geologists are mostly in agreement that that is what it is. Archaeologists and Egyptologists say it's wind and sand... but they have the most to lose, and rocks/erosion isn't their field so, there you go. Also, if you look at photos of it... it's fucking water erosion. Go look for yourself, if'n you feel ambitious. Check out Robert Schoch's
website. He is the highly respected geologist at Boston University that first pointed this out, and it's super neat. The reason this is controversial, is that in 3,000 BC, when we are told that the Pyramids and Sphinx were built, Egypt was as bone dry as it is right now. The last time there was significant enough rainfall to cause the deep crevices of water erosion that there are on the Sphinx, was in 10,500 BC. And THAT means, that there was a pretty spectacular technology around to have built these structures WAAAAYYYYYYYY the hell farther back in time than we used to think, and probably that the pharaohs and the Egyptians that we recognize may have moved into the pyramids and painted all over them... but they didn't build them. This pisses of all kinds of scholars, archaeologists, etc. And it seemed like a serious stretch, until we started finding other civilizations of this age around the world. Go look at photos of Gobekli Tepe in Turkey. That one is from about 10,000 BC also, and contains megaliths (big fucking stones) that astonished everyone because of what it had to mean about the technology and brilliance of people long before us.
2.) What is also interesting about 10,500 BC, is that if you were to lay the stars down like a map over the Giza plateau at dawn on the Spring Equinox, the Nile River is directly under the Milky Way, the three Giza Pyramids are directly under the three stars that make up Orion's Belt, and the Sphinx (whose head was obviously not originally the head of a pharaoh because it's way too small in proportion to it's body, someone came along later and carved it's head up like that. fucking humans) is facing directly at the constellation Leo. Graham Hancock is the guy who came up with this one, and he's gotten A LOT of shit for it. But... we know that people all over the world were accomplished astronomers thousands of years before us, and I don't think it's such a stretch, in combination with the Sphinx erosion stuff. But hey, that's just me. What Joe Rogan pointed out while talking to Graham, which gave me serious shivers, was that it's kind of silly to believe that we've made it from caveman (50,000 years ago) to today, without a hiccup. The hiccup being, as Graham Hancock believes, that at one point, some kind of cataclysmic event shook the earth, and wiped out some very advanced civilizations, that we are only now beginning to find evidence of. Give it a listen, you will not be bored.
Here's the podcast link. It blew my mind.
So at last, I am here and getting settled. Here being Fort McClellan, Alabama. About halfway between Birmingham and Atlanta, GA. This is about the deepest into the South I've ever been. You can say Texas is 'the South', but that's kind of iffy. Texas is really it's own animal. Half South, half Southwestern, a little Mexican, a little American. You can see how a girl like me could get confused... Texas to Alaska... that was a culture shock and a half at 12 years old.
Anyway, it's alright around here. Hot, but very green. There is Ivy growing on EVERYTHING. I can't even see how half these trees get any sunlight, their trunks are so wrapped in Ivy. I'm in a 'lodge' which is really a hotel made for longterm stays, for contractors on this base. But it's quiet, and there is a little kitchen. I have the woods on one side of me and a park on the other.
Currently, there's some kind of training going on near here, and all but 5 or 6 of the rooms are occupied by cops from all over the place. Makes me SO nervous. No offense to cops in general, but most of them that I've ever met are dicks. Sucks for the nice guys, too, because... I ain't the only one with this impression. And before you go thinking that only people who get into trouble have 'dealings' with cops, let me correct you. I've never been arrested or even close. In any case, they can't do anything to me here. This is out of all of their various jurisdictions. Still, it's instinctual, I guess, even when I'm not doing anything illegal.
I know there's got to be some Civil War type history around here, and some... other cool stuff. Of some sort. I just have to find it. But, this town is like most others I've come across in the lower 48. There are the same chain stores, the same chain restaurants, and the same chain hotels. In fact, in our first couple of sweeps around town, I can't say that I've found a restaurant that ISN'T a chain. That part kind of annoys me. I can't even tell you what I'd give for a Moose's Tooth pizza, and a Glacier Brewhouse beer. And a chance to see my parents and my friends.
Won't be forever though, I just gotta remember that. My love, big wide world. I'm going out to the pool to read about Ancient Egypt.