Road Trip to Idaho (Day Five)
On this day in 1990, I was discharged from the army. Time flies so quickly when you’re young. I couldn’t help but reflect during the long drive home to california, about all the people I’ve left behind on the long road that is life. I thought about all of my classmates that I actually liked and wondered what became of them—what happened to all the people I served with in the army, the group I hung out with at TVCC, the incredible friends I had after my divorce. If you are in one of those groups, tell me what you’re up to.
Emmett and I headed out of my grandmother’s place at seven Mountain Time and struck out to the southeast toward a little town called Emmett. we shot some pictures of him posing in front of the high school, and got a couple of shots of “Entering Emmett” and a sign that points the direction to Emmett from Payette.
The trip was only an hour each way off the beaten path. I took over driving in Marsing (to get the privilege to be the one who drove us out of Idaho) until Winnemucca. I was so anxious to leave Idaho in the rearview mirror. As we headed south on US95, I noticed that bowling pin just north of the time zone line out in the desert. I wonder what it is. I have a few pictures of it.
Emmett drove us from Winnemucca (“For rent: 2bdrm, 1 bath, spacious. $200/month, $200/deposit.” I would give body organs to have rent like that in the Silicon Valley) to Sparks (that casino restaurant’s vegetarian chop suey sucked ass). I took over and shortly shot my last picture (of seven rolls)—the “Welcome to California” sign. I have a little fetish for highway signs, state boundaries, and the like. Some time later, we arrived in Mountain View (about nine), and unloaded the car. Home sweet home.