Originally posted by Rupert Great trip, but a lot of stress out there on the highways of America. They are not friendly roads. When I was young I traveled extensively and enjoyed most of it. Now the roads are very crowded and if you eliminated the hiney humpers and rocket launched maniacs they would still be much less occupied.
Yes, the highways are overburdened. Gridlock has become a way of life these days.
What we need are cars like George Jeston drove.
Originally posted by Rupert For the most part, the big trucks were the best drivers on the road, and most courteous, but there were exceptions.
This has always been the case. And the fact that there are exceptions is indicative of the 200% driver turnover rate. The mega carriers treat the drivers poorly, pay them poorly, and don't properly train them. With such a high turnover rate the trainers on average have about 6 months of experience themselves.
The blind leading the inept.
Originally posted by Rupert If you take a road trip, you had better do what I did.....drive like every second of your life depends on your absolute direct attention.
So true.
Originally posted by Rupert Mrs Rupert took most of the pictures as we drove along...I only used the big bulky FF and Tamron 70-200 sparingly. Toy Cameras are still best on a long fast trip.
I like to keep a 28mm or 50mm lens on the K5 when traveling. That makes it easy to grab it, point and shoot.
And when on a pleasure trip one can always stop when really neat stuff demands photographic attention.
Originally posted by Rupert I learned a lot on this trip......that I hate motels. In the old days you pulled your car up to the door of your room and unloaded/loaded the ton of unnecessary junk you carried for the trip. Motor Inns is what was the trend. Nowadays they are mostly gone and replaces by 3-6 story buildings that require a map to get to your room, and a half dozen trips to get your junk there.
The roadside motor inns are still there, but they are mostly on the byways, far from the beaten path.
And they are disappearing.
In the hurried pace of modern life, the masses have forgotten how to take it easy, and stop to smell the roses.
Sounds like your journey was mostly a good one Jim. And when there was adversity you seemed to deal with it well.
Welcome home!
A song for your return (I always listen to this when returning from a long journey, it gives perspective to it all) :
The lyrics:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
BREATHE REPRISE
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.