Time IS cyclical!

Ah.. nothing like the taste of Doritos and grape juice to bring back memories of summer travels with my parents, back in the 60s. Don't get me wrong - I learned a lot - the trips were always educational in at least some aspect. I remember Yellowstone, the Tetons, and Dinosaur Nat'l Monument. I also remember endless hours in the back of the van with my sisters and the dog...

On the whole, though, I think (looking at it from the big end of the telescope) that over all, I enjoyed it.

I have to wonder, though, if that part of my life left a stronger imprint on me than expected. It's been two years (ok, 26 months, almost) since I last posted here. During that time, I've been unemployed, and then employed as a truck driver again - for a local outfit, delivering electrical supplies to construction sites (mostly). Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it... but something was missing.

In September of this year, I grabbed an opportunity, and here I am: back on the road again. I've been to both coasts (if you count the headwaters of the Potomac as part of the east coast). I've been to the southern tip of Texas.

I said it on my Facebook page: I can't believe they pay me for this!

The scenery is seldom boring - and when it is, that usually means the weather is making the drive itself a challenge. I get to meet all kinds of people (most of whom remind me how lucky I am to not like people), and get to peek in the back room of various and sundry industries.

September saw me watching a forest fire outside Beaver, UT, while the ash fell like snow around me. How cool is that?

So, here it is, a whole bunch of years after the 60s. The van full of family and dog (and all the various and sundry things a family of 6 needs on an extended camping trip) remains a fond rememberance, but it's been replaced by a 2004 Peterbilt 387 with closets, two bunks, and a significantly older me.

In the game of life, how often do you get to say "I win!"?