at some point or another I'm going to take a Greyhound bus ride
across the United States again. I did that ten years ago, from
California across to Washington D.C and back. Let me tell you,
if ever you want stories that is one way you're assured of accumulating
Right now I'm on the highway from San Antonio to Houston in Texas, though I'm
not on a bus, I'm in a car with my friend Erin, her sister Amy and their Mom.
spending the Christmas and New year holidays with them (in Houston).
The reason why I mention the Greyhound buses is because as
I just saw
a Greyhound bus going in the other direction and it reminded me of when I took
the bus on what turned out to be an Epic trip.
Back then I was 21 and for some reason wasn't so into capturing events on film
or in a words. I often think that I should write about all the little tales
and adventures from that trip. I wish I'd had a digital camera back then too.
I can still see the pictures in my mind, though maybe, on reflection, that
the best place for them. Sometimes
a picture simply can't capture the moment.
One such moment would have been on the highway in Arizona from
California. The sun was setting like fire on the horizon. The sky
was a shade of red
simply would not believe was even possible, and if you saw it in
a photograph you would think it was the result of some over indulged
I looked out of the bus window to my left at a seemingly
endless forest of Cactus broken up by the occasional run down
strip joint, bar or gas station. I was listening to U2's "Rattle
and Hum" on my walkman, each track engraving itself into my memory,
sealing the mood of the moment, and creating the soundtrack to
this part of my life. I
was twenty one years old and at the beginning of an adventure in
way from home, a place I had dreamed of visiting since I was a
small boy. I was living the dream and loving every minute of it.
I think it was somewhere along that highway, before I actually
got to the Cactus forests of Arizona, that I saw a massive sign
an exit to 'Red
Cloud Road.' I remember thinking it was an enormous
sign for what looked to be a very small road. It stretched far
into the distance seemingly without a turn or even a curve, and
me wondering where it might lead.
If I had been at the wheel of a car I would have gotten off the
highway at that exit and taken that mysteriously enticing road.
Curiosity would not have allowed me pass up an
like that. And as the bus continued along the highway under the
blood red and fire colored sky, my mind created tales of what
might have been along Red Cloud Road.
As we drove into the night, and while the other passengers slept,
I was still transfixed by the little I could see out of the window.
Cars passed us and I would peer in through the windows at the people
inside them. I remember a little girl in the back of a car waving
at the bus as the car she was in passed by as if in slow motion.
I waved back at her but she didn't see me. She was more likely
at her own reflection as her window had now become a mirror in
the darkness of the night. As the car continued passed, on
way to who knows where, I felt just a little disappointed that
my wave had gone unseen.
That experience marked the end of my first day on the bus, and
in an odd kind of way made me feel very disconnected from things
me. It was the end of the first day of what turned
out to be a truly amazing journey full of the kind of stories
wanted to discover. Stories I would come to recount many times
in the years that followed.
Maybe I will do the whole Greyhound thing again, I'm always up
for an adventure. Like I said, if you're looking for stories
you're sure to find them when you ride the Greyhound bus
for any significant distance.