Another day, another motel. The journey today was through the Great American Desert. It's huge and desolate. Can you imagine a traveler in the 1800s heading west and coming upon this immense wasteland for the first time? He would have no real understanding of what he faced, even if he had been told. No way to know where water could be found, or food. He wouldn't really know how far he would have to travel and in what direction except a general one. And, with no way to navigate accurately, even knowing a specific direction wouldn't be all that helpful.
Imagine the wagon train. A hundred or more people, wagons, livestock, all putting their lives in the hands of a few strangers.
This is what they would see...
Only without the wires, the road, and the buildings.
I have been through this desert 9 times now and each time I am amazed at the courage and maybe stupidity of the early settlers who tried to cross it. And those that found a spring, or a well of some kind, and stuck it out. Who built houses out of adobe bricks and whatever they could scrounge up for roofing. Who built towns that became cities like Tucson and Phoenix.
I don't know if I could have done it. I like to think so but I just don't know.
A Night Unremembered
7 years ago