Starting to walk again

Six years old. Too much too fast.

Six years old. Too much too fast.

August 12, Missoula – Now that this intermittent journal of our itinerant ways is breathing anew, I thought I’d make an honest effort to keep it alive as we make our way toward Pennsylvania.
The next trick is to get the story rolling again. In an hour, we’ll head to Glacier National Park, which lies 140 miles due north of here. At Glacier, we’ll try to enjoy a little of the park’s jaw-dropping beauty while retaining the guise of restrained, level-headed parents. No screaming, no threatening, no throwing inanimate objects.
A small goal, but one eminently within our reach.
Max is 6. Hardly seems possible. It’s trite but terrible, the ephemeral nature of childhood.
Max is 6 today. Tomorrow he’ll be 12. Then 18.  Time is an indiscriminate master. Our attempts to harness it amount to nothing more than a will-o’-the-wisp.
Today Max seems worn out by the anticipatory gusto with which he approached his birthday. He hardly touched his cake last night.
There’s work to do, more than I can fathom. The narrative of this journey began to crack during our stay in Tallapoosa, Ga., in early May. I was never able to adequately repair its crumbling structure. That will have to happen when we get to Pennsylvania.
Our descent into Washington came at an importune time in the arc of this journey. What I needed to do was find time and space to write and transcribe interviews. What I did was party with old friends and find excuses not to work.
Now we are back on the road, for at least a short time. The odyssey is approaching a conclusion. The travel part of it, anyway. I still don’t know if it will turn out to be a road trip for the ages or something more significant.
That’s all for now.
Checkout is in 20 minutes.
“The sad part about checkout time is I love hotels,” Max just said. “Because I love hotels. Even if they cost money, they’re still so much fun.”
The fun is over for now. It’s eight minutes till checkout.
Time, the slavering, crazy-eyed hellhound forever on our trail.

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2 Responses to Starting to walk again

  1. I mean it about letting me help out with some of that transcribing. I have nothing going on right now and I need projects to keep busy, plus I think this is an important project you’re working on and I want to be a part of it!
    Any of those interviews you have on your digital recorder, email the files to me at jim.peterson@thenewstribune.com; jpeterson@tacomapubliclibrary.org or jimpeterson99@hotmail.com.
    I look forward to listening and transcribing some of your adventures.
    Sincerely,
    The Agate Assassin (aka The Titan of Tiny Type)

  2. DOUGLAS BURNETT says:

    From: DOUGLAS BURNETT >To: Uncle Sam’s Backyard >Sent: Monday, August 12, 2013 6:07 PM >Subject: Re: [New post] Starting to walk again > > > > > >From: Uncle Sam’s Backyard comment-reply@wordpress.com >>HI YOU 3 IFYOUSTILL ARE IN GNP >>I RECOMEND HE WHITE WATER RAFTING CO JUST BY THE ENTRANCE AND THE CANADIAN WELCOME CENTER TAKE AHELICOPTER RIDE WITH THEGUY ON THE LEFT BEFORE THE ENTRANCE..BEAUTIFUL RIDE MY DRIVEWAY IS WAITING FOR YOUR CAMPER >> >>DOUG. >> >>To: douglashb@prodigy.net >>Sent: Monday, August 12, 2013 12:45 PM >>Subject: [New post] Starting to walk again >> >>rubewaddell posted: ” August 12, Missoula – Now that this intermittent journal of our itinerant ways is breathing anew, I thought I’d make an honest effort to keep it alive as we make our way toward Pennsylvania. The next trick is to get the story rolling again. In an hou” >>

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