Occupation of Independence

So much of the art of travel comes down to being able to appreciate things -- and not just freakish scenery. Recently I camped out as far as I could go before reaching the orange signs about road work.   I wasn't that close to the road but huge, belly-dumper trucks came by, one after the other, and blasted me with noise and dust.  It doesn't sound like the greatest camping situation, but I actually enjoyed the entertainment show. Later, I even told the road engineer that I enjoyed watching the show.  He smiled. And why shouldn't I?  Gravel roads are superior to unimproved, dirt roads by a wider margin than paved roads are to gravel roads.  There is something about a gravel road that charms.  It pulls your imagination back to a not-so-distant past, a past that belonged to ancestors that you might remember from your childhood. I didn't see the belly-dumpers disgorge the gravel, but presumably it was laid down about a foot deep.  Then the grader pull...

I spent half the day  yesterday at a city park, enjoying some pleasures that are rare for me.  When a city park has a dog park I actually get a chance to have quality conversations with local people.  Just imagine how rare that is, for a traveler! All of the trees were leafed out.  The variety is almost unbelievable.  There was even a sweetgum tree, here in northeastern Oregon.  Normally it grows in the southeastern states.  It is strange to think that there are many people who take trees like this for granted. from istockphoto.com The leaves of the maple trees look like giant, juicy green, water balloons.  Again, you have to contrast that with the uninteresting trees in national forests.  One can tire of trees that are nothing but bark and needles. A traveler is wise to take advantage of cool weather to come down from the mountains and enjoy town-pleasures like this before the low-altitude town becomes a furnace.

Young people probably tune-out oldsters when certain phrases come out, such as "I remember when...," or "It happened 50 years ago, but I remember it just like yesterday." But the thing is, good ol' Gramps was right after all.  Because it was 50 years ago when my Grandpa -- a lifelong farmer -- was reminiscing about his one and only scenery vacation to Colorado.  There was a change in the barbed wire fences when he reached the Great Plains compared to a Prairie State further east.  Then he caught himself, smirked, and said, "You don't want to hear about that.  A young man needs so much excitement..."  And I can remember it like yesterday, dammit. Indeed, I have noticed how satisfied I can be with things that don't seem flashy or exciting.  The other night it defied the weather forecasts and gave us a nice little shower at 4 in the morning.  On the morning dog walk I was impressed by how fresh the sagebrush and grass smelled.  It was dead calm....

Fuses blew and circuit breakers snapped open.  Such was my head when I learned that the only laundromat in town would not accept quarters.  They wanted me to pay upfront for a card, and then use a credit/debit card to load up a balance on the card.  The instructions were printed on the wall.  About 16 steps were needed. As an alternative, I could download an app onto my phone and pay that way.  I was shocked to learn that the washing and drying machines were connected via bluetooth to the customers' phone, so no card was necessary. from istockphoto.com There was a telephone number on the wall.  Amazingly enough, a human being answered it.  He explained that the former laundromat owner went out of business partly due to vandalism of quarters at the machines.  The man who answered my call was a personable young fellow, and soon he had me in the mood to see this whole infuriating experience as a game to have fun with.  The app wanted me to set u...