I was invited on all three trips by friends who fortunately seemed to enjoy my company and sharing of driving and only twice I was made to feel unwelcome - a motel in Dickinson was full (it was a Friday night but Dickinson sure didn't look like a weekend tourist destination to us) and the kitchen of a bar in Casselton was closed to serve us lunch. (It was 2:30 p.m. but we saw other customers eating.) We ended up camping at the parking lot of WalMart in Dickinson but the vibe made us decide to "get out of down" at 2 a.m. in the morning. In case you are wondering, both towns are in North Dakota.
When I took my first trip with a girlfriend from Minneapolis to San Diego I was living in a rough inner-city neighborhood. There were many section A housing; drug, prostitution, noise, garbage was a daily fare. When I was transported from all my worldly worries and man-made ills by the ancient mountains and mystical canyons in Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico, I was also acutely aware of the unjust missing opportunities of my neighbors - I wonder given the opportunities to "see" America in its nakedness and full glory, would they develop a love and pride for the land as I have. I think it will change how they see their country, and more importantly, it will change how they see themselves.
"..that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom" - Abraham Lincoln, The Gettysburg Address
The Freedom to Ride |