After a few days of furious driving through northern Mexico I hit the US border. It is quite a shock to be in the US again. I do enjoy traveling through the US although I can never figure out who votes for the dangerous right in this country. I guess I just instinctually avoid that lot.
I often stay in the Motel 6 chain in the US as they don't argue about the dog and they are cheap. The parking lots in these places are always filled with rusted and overloaded cars, some with Uhauls, heading west or south. Not traveling for pleasure but desperate traveling. Traveling in hopes of never finding out why they failed at everything else everywhere else. The recession may be removed from the headlines but it clearly continues on the breadlines.
There has always been a bit of America that is transient in nature but as I have said these people are not the wandering souls of noble fiction. They are economic refugees. They are an insular group. They stay to themselves. Petty crime is not uncommon. Roadstops and refueling at the truck stops the kids run wild as parents load up on junk food and gas to a achieve another days mileage.
I already miss Mexico. For all it's problems the family situation remains strong and neglect is never seen.
I am back in my little hideout on Gabriola Island. I will continue to share these musings on this site. I am organizing some pics to post soon.
