Todays thoughts

Today I heard the high pitched roar of a diesel motor winding up directly behind me and thought that would be an annoying thing to hear right before dying.

The beach smelled like campfires and sun block today. I wonder if fire fighters get tired of the smell of burning wood, or if they are connoisseurs of the subtle hints specific wood gives of as it smolders away. I think it would get annoying smelling like smoke all the time. When I go camping and wake up after a night spent by the camp fire the smell in my sleeping bag reminds me of a butcher shop and beef jerky, only made from humans. Then I run to the shower.

I wonder if all construction crews have a truck that has an orange water cooler with a red top strapped to the side of it.

I seem to attract solicitations from environmental and social activists stationed outside stores more than my fare share of the time. Maybe they can see deep into my soul and know I am a kindred spirit, or maybe I just look like a sucker.

Hopping

I have been on 2 planes so far and about 2/3 of the way home. The standby list has 53 names on it, and there were only 4 seats available, so I took the route less traveled, on small planes with multiple stops, and so far am making progress. I was supposed to be at home in my hammock about 4 and a half hours ago, but instead I am eating a Cheddar Bacon Burger in Salt Lake City, which it turn out, according to the BBC, has the lowest (10%) trace amounts of cocaine found on its currency. Washington DC has the highest(95%), in case you were wondering. The internet is full of useful information.I hope I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.

Delayed

Woke up to the sound of my phone at 2:30 am telling me my flight out was delayed. That means missing all my connections and instead of making it home by lunch time, wondering if I will make it home at all today. Sometimes travel is easy, but never when you want it to be. I slept on the floor at the Albany airport for a while, had a few cups of joe and now sit in contemplation with my fellow stranded bike racers. Everyone has a place to go, a place to be, but right now we are stuck in the transition state, just waiting. Dustys computer has a program on it that runs Global weather prediction models and SETI searches while he is not using it. To bad there is nothing for all these idle minds and bodies to do while we wait. We might get a lot accomplished. Instead we just sit here on our computers, plugged into the world wide nothingness, thinking and dreaming and wondering, but not full of wonder. Time for another cup of coffee, another slow stroll though the airport looking at the same glazed over faces and peering into the invisible travel bubbles people wrap around themselves escape from reality. This is humanity at its most naked, if onlywe take the time to look.

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