I didn’t take many pictures in Oregon. It was green, that’s all you need to know, really. Very green. Look at something green, maybe has a few different shades of green. Stare at it for a while. That’s what Oregon looked like.
The other big impression Oregon made were the radio stations. I haven’t heard radio that cool for years, maybe even decades. Indie, but not hip trendy indie, or at least not what I would traditionally think as hip, trendy indie. I mean, proper obscure but brilliant bands getting airplay. Not too much talk and great music. If it wasn’t for the weather I would move to Oregon just for the radio stations.
I was only in Oregon for 4 days, two days up from California and two days back south, through the eastern tip of California and back into my beloved Nevada. Back to the desert.
I’m convinced that there are people who are genetically adapted to different environments. In Oregon, I saw mountain people. I didn’t even have to talk to them, I knew they were people who came alive in the presence of mountains and trees. I’m a desert person. Give me 100 degrees and zero humidity and I’m smiling all day. So, Oregon was nice, especially in May. But I’m glad to be writing this back in the Vegas valley.
What I was able to do when I got back into Nevada was take pictures. Whatever I didn’t take in Oregon, I made up for in Nevada.
So much so that I’ve been inspired to bring an actual camera on the road with me next week. Because I’m still in the experimentation stages with all this, I’ll be taking my smaller back up camera, not my big expensive full-frame camera I would normally use. Which is fine, you honestly have to be a pretty keen pixel-peeper to really notice the difference.
We’ll see what happens.
The load I picked up in Oregon I eventually delivered to North Las Vegas. From there, it was just a few blocks to my old workplace, the office where I had served five years. I knew they had truck access, so I rolled in to keep in touch. And maybe brag a bit. Pulling up to your former employer in an 18 wheeled big rig lets everyone know who the Alpha Male is now, does it not?
Three separate people (three!) initially commented on how much I was smiling. That was their biggest first impression after not seeing me for four months. I was smiling. How messed up is that? Was I that miserable, that angry, that dour? Apparently so. I mean, I knew it was bad back there, but I didn’t think it was that bad. But, that’s what happens when you stop getting yelled at by angry customers every single day. You’re world brightens up.
The other thing they noticed was how much weight I had lost. I have lost a lot of weight since February. I call it the “Not Eating” diet. You wake up, don’t eat breakfast, just get on the road and go. Then skip lunch, just keep going. Eventually you get something light for dinner. Rinse and repeat. The “Not Eating” diet, everyone. But I drink a lot of water, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.
I’m getting better at this, honestly, I’m starting to figure out how to bring more food with me on the road. Details on that later.
As I said, I’m on home time this weekend, back out on Monday. A whole new adventure awaits. Stay tuned.