Counts of various kinds

There is just enough time for one of those quick impressionistic posts before we head off on the motorcycle for the first (and hopefully not last) time to explore Raleigh, NC, so here goes:
On previous road trips (i.e., in the 80s) I counted road kill, but we haven't seen a lot of carcasses thus far, and it is hard to see them from our relatively high seats anyway. Once, on a trip to San Francisco during one of those hippie-aesthetic revivals of the late 80s or very early 90s, I counted tie dye apparel. But, based on our last drive from Buffalo to North Carolina 3 or 4 years ago, it seemed best to count Wal-Marts, Adult Superstores, and Starbucks. (Starbuckses?) The idea for the first and third of these did not occur to me until Day Four, so I confess the number will be a little off.

Here's where we are thus far:
ADULT SUPERSTORES: Only one! Day One, at the NY/PA border. (This is not counting any along Niagara Falls Blvd in our home turf.)
WALMART: None! And we actually wanted one in Pittsburgh, when we were looking for a place to stay after the casino parking option turned out to be a bust. (As you may know, WMs, in addition to being the Handiwork of Satan, are especially RV-friendly, letting you park your huge gas-guzzling vehicles in their huge lots in the hopes that you will come inside and buy huge amounts of crap during your stay.) But from what we could tell, all the WMs were almost as far outside the city as the campground where we ended up.
STARBUCKS: I'm guessing we have surely seen at least two in rest stops, pre-count. Surely we will encounter at least one this afternoon in Raleigh.

You gotta start somewhere...

The thing that always, always screws me up when it comes to blogging, to writing, to sharing photos of my travels, to answering e-mail, to all things online--to pretty much everything about modern life, when you get right down to it--is that the minute it gets the least bit complicated, I put it off until some hypothetical future moment when I will take the time to do it properly. And of course that moment never arrives. Sometimes the pursuit in question gets complicated, or at least feels complicated, before it even starts. And because I am a child of the early 1970s, everything in the universe seems complicated to me, so I prefer to nap instead of dealing with any of it.

Be that as it may, I am about to embark on a monthlong road trip with my husband, as we celebrate his retirement and my turning 50. This trip will be conducted via a used RV we have just purchased, along with a new motorcycle which will serve as a kind of pod when we need to leave the mothership. Every time I tell someone this, they immediately say, "I assume you are going to document this once-in-a-lifetime trip."

I've been telling myself they say this because they want to hear what I will have to say about the trip as it unfolds, because they like my writing, since writing is pretty much what I do, but it has dawned on me lately that they are really saying it because, in the 21st century, everyone documents everything they do, and you can't leave your house anymore with Checking In and Tweeting and Flickring and so forth. What they are really saying is more akin to "I assume you are going to wear pants when you are in public" than "I can't wait to hear your particular take on your travels across America at this particular moment in the nation's history." When you get right down to it, the bookstores and libraries of the nation are filled with first-person accounts of people's travels across America, because there are few things writers like to do more than drive around and then get paid to write about driving around, and then spend that money driving around some more, and so on. (As for the internet, check this out.) But hey, I want to be a good sport, and this beats sending postcards, I guess, so here goes.

As for what is so complicated here, I had an idea for the very first entry, which would be called "The Leprechaun has landed" and would show you the vehicle we are about to embark in (on Monday, god willing) and give you the back story that led up to our taking this trip, introduce the protagonists, and provide other information useful to the narrative. But no, the photo is on another camera and another computer, and I should really focus on packing instead of blogging at this point, and ... it's complicated. If I don't uncomplicate it soon, it will be November and the once-in-a-lifetime trip will be over, and I will have already forgotten 75% of what I was going to say here. As it is, I have already written at least a half dozen entries in my head, none of which would work well as the first one, and none of which are anything like this one.

Is this too self-deprecating and self-reflexive and self-involved? I actually hate writing, when you get right down to it. Too much effort! Always, always complicated.

Shit, I could really use a vacation right about now.