home sweet home
After filling our gas tank (and grabbing some Dunkin' Donuts for our ass tanks), we left Waltham, MA at 10:50AM today. This time we were headed to my parents' home in Latrobe in order to complete The Great Car Swap. If I thought Pops wouldn't notice, I'd keep the Prius...
Our journey home seemed a lot more stimulating than the trip last Thursday. I attribute this to the change in routes. As per Mapquest's instructions, we took a lot more of what I would call back roads. I used a truckstop bathroom that looked and smelled like strawberry Mentos. Joe used a bathroom that smelled of excrement, but he found no source. And we both admired the beauty of the country as we drove past miles and miles of boarded up houses, rusted cars on cinder blocks, and gutted trailers.
Which brings me to my next subject. Joe and I were both pretty excited about a very specific part of this trip: the enormously long junk/salvage yard we discovered last year on Route 220 because we took a wrong turn. You cannot appreciate this thing until you see it. It's this gigantic trail of junk - washers, dryers, cars, anything mechanical - that snakes along the hillside as you drive along the rural part of Route 220.
Imagine what's in the photo below, but with a different background. Picture the rolling green pastures of a hillside approximately 1000 feet away from the highway, where the junk follows a skinny dirt road that runs parallel to the highway before looping back around to itself like the head of a giant, contorted needle.
It's one of the most alluring yet repulsive things my two eyes have ever seen. I look forward to next year's visit. Maybe I'll take a video camera...
Our journey home seemed a lot more stimulating than the trip last Thursday. I attribute this to the change in routes. As per Mapquest's instructions, we took a lot more of what I would call back roads. I used a truckstop bathroom that looked and smelled like strawberry Mentos. Joe used a bathroom that smelled of excrement, but he found no source. And we both admired the beauty of the country as we drove past miles and miles of boarded up houses, rusted cars on cinder blocks, and gutted trailers.
Which brings me to my next subject. Joe and I were both pretty excited about a very specific part of this trip: the enormously long junk/salvage yard we discovered last year on Route 220 because we took a wrong turn. You cannot appreciate this thing until you see it. It's this gigantic trail of junk - washers, dryers, cars, anything mechanical - that snakes along the hillside as you drive along the rural part of Route 220.
Imagine what's in the photo below, but with a different background. Picture the rolling green pastures of a hillside approximately 1000 feet away from the highway, where the junk follows a skinny dirt road that runs parallel to the highway before looping back around to itself like the head of a giant, contorted needle.
It's one of the most alluring yet repulsive things my two eyes have ever seen. I look forward to next year's visit. Maybe I'll take a video camera...