August 17, 2024
Nothing is more satisfying than having a work week of exhaustion turn into a flood of creativity during a drive to Cody, Wyoming from Lake Village in Yellowstone. The majesty of The Drive and of The Music through the mountains in my trusty Subaru, (which backwards is you are a bus, sort of) is just what I needed to keep my soul from crawling under a rock. Even though I do love rocks.
I relished traveling through the millions of years-old volcanic field and sang along to decades of music as I headed East, as I climbed out of the Yellowstone caldera. And I did not have to flash my Please Use Cruise Control sign, not even once.
As a teenager I thought the Byrds were from London like the Kinks, but back then, if you couldn’t look it up in the World Book Encyclopedia, you just didn’t know for sure.
I hadn’t realized how much I needed music, loud music. Living in company housing you have to be considerate of your neighbors and I forget how much music stirs my soul. And my creativity. Both loud.
Three of my Can’t Live Withouts: Q-tips, packing tape and SiriusXM radio.
