We’re driving up the I-5 to Sacramento today. Right now actually*, listening to hip hop and Radiohead while I type in the front seat. If Stephen crashes, this laptop’s going through my head.
It’s the first time I’ve seen the flat agricultural America and this is probably the longest flat, straight road I’ve ever travelled on. Miles and miles of farmland, vineyards and enormous cattle farms. It takes several minutes to pass each distressing ocean of crammed cattle, even at motorway speed – and the smell is overpowering. There are moments of real beauty: orange groves interspersed with beehives, soft hills along one side of the road, hawks sitting on treetops. But most of all, that rare sight of a flat land stretching so far that it hits the horizon like it’s a sea.
If they’re carrying chemicals, large trucks have a bucket hanging off the side, with a big sponge. On one is written: “Spillage Response & Defence Kit”. A bucket and a sponge.
We were ripped off about San Jose in the song, it’s easy, you just go up the I-5 til a junction says ‘San Jose right’ and that’s the way. Dumb.
Just ahead of us, a cop just swung his car off the road and piled across the grass, wheels squealing, dust everywhere, bumped onto the opposite lane going south, where a chase is on. Awesome!
*obviously that’s not true. I’ve been behind in blogging, writing them in Word and posting later, which is probably terrible blog etiquette. But now I’m trying to catch up by posting several blogs each day.