Twenty-nine hours. I’ve never felt so numb to my activity. In a car, moving from one place to another. Ferndale, Colorado to Portland, Oregon. Sixteen hours had previously been my auto-solitary maximum. Just enough. One whole day. Wake up in a bed, go to sleep in a bed. Samuel and I did Oak Park, Illinois to Ferndale, Colorado straight. The two of us on three hour shifts; easy with Cat napping ability.
I slept about five of that twenty-nine; first three then two hours, later. However, sleeping when you’re destination-occidented… and you don’t share the routine of the great american diesel-fueled nomads, the left-redwing flightless raptors of the road… it is an exhausting endeavor. After sleep I didn’t feel rested but rather simply not about to fall asleep. I now have a new understanding of the term “rest area”. But now I’m in portland. Embarking on a new endeavor. The next chapter, and it has a beautifully exhausted beginning; refreshing in its end and excitement. Twenty-nine hours in the making.