Snow in Twin Falls || The Grand Road Trip

No desire to get out of bed today. It’s snowing:

This is a horribly taken picture from my hotel room here in Twin Falls with my laptop. My iPhone is out of battery so I couldn’t use that. Like I said, it’s snowing, sideways, and I don’t think I can get out of bed until it’s stopped snowing or until the I-84 webcams show the interstate as being at least somewhat clear. Here’s how they look now:

If you think I’m gonna get out there in drive in that you’ve got that exact thing coming. Because that is what I’m going to do. Once I slowly muster myself here, and drink some tea, and pack my shit, and finish raging at the stupid neighbors above me who spent all night stomping around, I’m going to hit the road. I don’t know how far I’ll make it. Maybe only to Boise. But I’m going to hit the road all the same since there’s no way I’m staying here again with these neighbors above me. I’d rather at least make it to Boise.

Also, tomorrow looks like a decent day for driving.

As the morning draws on the roads should get better. It is still snowing, though.

I desperately need to shave. Maybe what I’ll do is get up, walk over to Winco Foods, get some tea, get either another mechanical razor or maybe even an electric razor, attempt to shave, stretch or pad around my room and rage at the neighbor upstairs, and then finally start loading up the Subi.

The Subi.

Her name is not Bella. She rejected that name.

Also I’ve been looking at other Subi’s. In the 2014 year range. If I do get a new car I have two requisites: 1) That it be less than 10 years old. 2) That it have less than 100,000 miles on it. Maybe even less than 80,000 miles on it. I can’t even imagine getting into a car I own and being like, “Damn, this feels really comfortable and safe.” Because right now when I get into the Subi I think, “Get me the fuck out of here,” and, “We’re going to die.”

I really need to get her brakes checked out.

Yesterday I asked my friend Steve two questions: 1) What US state would you least want to live in? and 2) What Latin American Country would you least want to live in? He said Indiana and El Salvador. Indiana cuz of the vibes he’s gotten while driving through there, and El Salvador for the crime. I said Kansas or Nebraska or somewhere in the Deep South. And on third thought it would probably be somewhere in the deep south for me. Whichever deep south state has the worst bouldering. As for Latin American country: Honduras.

K, almost time to walk over to Winco Foods.

I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday and spent 40 minutes contemplating which book to buy, the whole time standing there farting cuz I’d just had a bunch of dates, and then eventually left empty-handed. I really wanted the Elton John autobiography, but if I bought that I got another book at 50% off, and none of the other books at 50% off looked that good. And I couldn’t bring myself to buy the EJ book without taking advantage of the deal. So eventually I left.

The idea today was to make it to the Tri-Cities. At least to Pendleton or La Grande. That’s definitely not happening.

It will not stop snowing.

At the same time, I must look at the positives of the snow. If I had woken up and saw this as a little kid, I would’ve been stoked. I would’ve been prancing around the room in my undies. I would’ve been stoked for the hotel breakfast and stoked to get in the car and stoked to have adventures. The snow is beautiful. I’m in a strange town, in Twin Falls. As long as I take it easy on the highway and drive carefully, the world, aka Idaho, is my oyster, aka spud. So now I’m actually going to get out of bed. I’m going to get bundled up. And I’m going to walk across the street to the grocery store. It is a winter wonderland, and I plan to walk in it.

Twin Falls Idaho and I’m Hungry || Moab, UT to Twin Falls, ID

He stays a witness to life, so he endures…

…Through selfless action, fulfillment is attained.

– Lao Tzu

Iconik Coffee Roasters, I have forgiven you. I blame only myself. For, after all, I am the chump for feeling obligated to tip on a matcha latte that costs $7. But I have forgiven myself. In actuality, there is no need to forgive you. You could charge $100 for a matcha latte; I am not obligated to buy it. Indeed, I am obligated to do no thing. Nothing. I am only obligated to eat medjool dates.

And so from Santa Fe I drove north. And north, and north, and north. I passed through Pagosa Springs. I passed through Durango. In Durango I got a sandwich from the local co-op. I ate it in the parking lot. I drove around the town, testing my brakes. From there I set out even further west, passing Dolores and into Utah. In Utah I contemplated staying in Monticello, but didn’t like the look of the town as I approached it. I decided to press on to Moab. 

In Moab I had a burrito de adobada. I watched people dining inside, marveling at an activity I hadn’t seen in a year now. And now, in Idaho, where I currently am, I marvel even more. What are these people thinking? Do they think they’re immune? Do I think I’m immune? At the foot of my hotel there is a restaurant affectionately called “Jaker’s.” When I passed it recently en route to Chik Fil-A, it was packed. The booths were packed. The bar was packed. No one was wearing a mask. Everyone was having a great time, presumably, except for possibly the servers, who are privy to these superspreader events in the making. But then again, if they weren’t privy, would they have a job? Would they get tips? It’s a price to pay…

It’s interesting that wearing a mask seems to take such a political divide. It’s interesting that the number one factor for supporting Trump is whether or not you went to college.

But what about JC?

When I was in a park in Monterrey the other day pigeons gathered at my feet. There was a woman sitting in the plaza, wearing the kind of dress you might wear to church, and I thought, “How nice that that woman is enjoying this park. She seems in no hurry.”

Five minutes later she looked over at me and wailed, “Cristo viene….”

Cast off selfishness, and temper desire.

Give up learning, and you’ll be free from all your cares.

Must I fear what others fear?

OKkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, enough of that. Time to shower. Time to shave, but I only have one razor, and I don’t think it’ll cut it (pun actually not intended). So I guess I’ll just take a shower. Take a shower and watch something on Hulu or fall asleep listening to the Tao. So much driving today. Too much driving. God, I just want to be home. But to get home I have to pass through Boise and Ontario and La Grande and Pendleton and the Tri-cities and Yakima and, god forbid, ELLENSBURG. Ohhhhh, maybe I should just go to Leavenworth. Maybe I should just go there, and stay there. Maybe I should cut the mooring lines to my boat…..

I hope all of you are having a great Friday night. I hope you all have a great weekend. And I hope that you sleep well.

– Wetzler