Monday, August 2, 2010

Trains, Highways, Rivers and Hippie Buses.

Particularly over the last couple days I’ve been thinking about history and the beauty of Gods creation. Its insane to watch the terrain go from being completely flat to high mountains and low canyons,

To drive next to a train and think about when its tracks were first layed, the families that had traveled out west by wagon train looking out their windows at the steam in the distance. I don’t know why just looking at the train and its tracks make me think of this, but they do.

I think about old western films while we’re driving through the canyons, films like Butch Cassidy.

Then while driving by the rivers I think about A River Runs Through It. Waiting to see a glimpse of a river like the one in that movie.

The mountains start rising up even higher and now I know that we are west. Closer to home. Pine trees started appearing a couple hundred miles ago and I’ve been waiting for the mountains that accompany them.

Along the way we’ve passed some old buses that have been painted and abandoned in fields. Obvious hippie buses. I started to think about how in the world hippies got buses?? Seriously though. How did a group of people that were all about freedom, organic living, drugs, music and community end up with a bus? Did one of them used to be a bus driver and one day he just gave up? Do people normally just abandon buses and then hippies saw a use for them? I’m not sure. I definitely don’t have the answer for this. But I’m almost certain that someone who is not concerned with possessions and materialism did not buy an old school bus. So, my question will linger in the air of the Montana mountains as we travel through and I’ll forget all about it in an hour or so. Till we pass another one.

I look up from my computer and I’m almost certain that sister maria is going to run up over on of these grassy hills and start singing that the hills are alive… the mountains and hills of western Montana are beautiful.

The travels of a Storyvile vagabond…

(ok, so I’m not really a vagabond because I have both a job and a home….)

Right now I’m sitting in the passenger seat of our van that we have lovingly named Alpha (the other van is named Beta). I have lots and lots of thoughts from the past few days that I am SO ready to get down onto paper.

My life has been a whirlwind of emotions, traveling and work for the past few months as many of you know. Beginning with me moving out of my Portland house on March 24th, Getting Engaged on April 7th, Starting an incredible film project with Storyville on April 11th, then having that end on the 17th of May, and having my new job with Storyville Live as a Crew member start on the same day! On that day I returned a bunch of camera stuff with my friend and co-worker Melany Ramsay then we both flew out to Florida(that day itself is a story for another day). Then after Training in Florida and Seattle I started Tour with my team, the west coast team, on June 1st. Since then I have been from Seattle to Ashland,

Ashland to Reno,

Reno to LA,

LA back to Seattle.

Seattle to Virginia, Where I experienced the birth of my nephew Uriah Steven… what a crazy miracle of craziness birth is!! I feel so connected to that kid because I witnessed his coming into this earth, so wild!

Then from Virginia back to Seattle where I spent 3 days with my Fiance Trevor before having to say goodbye to him for 8 months =(

Then I went from Seattle to Pheonix,

Pheonix to Eastern Texas,

then to Houston,

Houston to Oklahoma City,

Oklahoma city to Denver,

Denver to Ft Collins,

Ft Collins to St Louis,

St Louis to Minneapolis,

Minneapolis to Green bay

and now this journey has started of 4 drive days from Green Bay back to Seattle. We’ve stayed in Fargo, North Dakota, and Miles City, Montana. Now we are on our way to Post falls, Idaho. Tomorrow is our last drive day, and tomorrow I will fly home from Seattle to Ashland. YAY!!