Denver to Kansas City

That was a long 600 miles. No detours, no slow downs, nothing really. Barely any curves in the road. Just a straight six hundred mile shoot from Denver through the prairies of Kansas all the way to Kansas City (on the Missouri side). We stopped to take a few photos and to get gas and let Morph stretch his legs a few times. It ended up taking us a little over nine hours with the stops, plus we changed time zones, so we didn’t get to the hotel until about 11, so this will be short.

It’s gonna be extra short now because I can’t remember what I was gonna say. No wait! As I typed that it came back to me. Maybe I’m not on the road the way Kerouac was - actually, it’s definitely not the way Kerouac did it - but being back in motion across the country for the second time, knowing I have essentially the whole rest of the month to do more of the same is exciting, It’s a special chance to get around in a way that not everybody does, so I try to appreciate the moments when I notice them. I also deliberately haven’t driven much if any over the speed limit because for the first time I’m trying not to rush myself on this trip (which is even more unlike Kerouac, he had Neal Cassady at the wheel). I think generally I’d like for this to mean something, even if it doesn’t really mean anything at all. All this time driving through all this space reminds you of your insignificance, and the dream to be somebody stands in opposition to that notion. I don’t know, maybe one day I’ll write a novel in one sitting or maybe I’ll do something else that will resonate someway. For now I’m just happy to be on the road.

-J.P.