7/30/2005
Simplifying…Dirt Roads Revisited
We all encounter twists and turns in the road - changes that lead us to new paths. In ‘99 I was offered two very different positions on the same day. One paid 1/3 of the other, yet took us on a path to Vermont for 5 years. Being a Los Angles native, the shift to country living and the pace of life was a very easy adaptation. Even northern New England winter was surprisingly easy to adjust to and live with.
That move to Vermont was driven by a one-word life philosophy — simplify. It was time to leave the rat race, because even when you win, you’re still a rat. A time to savor simpler things with less stress. Sure simplicity comes at a price, but the rewards are more than worth the cost. But simplicity has to be maintained. In today’s society, it takes a real focus to not be distracted back into the hustle and bustle of high-speed life.
My online writing has diminished the last few months, really since moving to Washington. Every now and then I find myself motivated to get engaged again, but not often. I still read voraciously, albeit a differend set of places than I read even a year ago. There’s a large number of “A-list meta-bloggers” that I honestly don’t even read today. People so inwardly focused on something they think is a phenomena that they became pedantic voices (sometimes both shrill and pedantic simultaneously) that just said nothing new. When you have nothing new to say in a year, it’s time to revisit your priorities and interests. I found myself becoming one of them, and lost interest to a large degree.
About a week ago, I started writing this after Halley posted this -
You really don’t need much.
You need someone to love — hug, kiss, sleep with.
You need food.
You need exercise.
What else?
Oh, yeah, some clothes.
Some shoes.
Some pocket money.
It struck close to home, because it echoes what I’ve been feeling myself for the last 2-3 months. I’ve recognized that distraction away from the simple pleasures and that pull back into the workaholic, rat race tendencies. It’s always interesting when you consciously find yourself pulled in two directions in life at the same time. So often we’re oblivious when we’re in that situation.
One thing I’ve noticed the last few months is that I miss living on a dirt road. If you don’t know where that comes from, I wrote about it here back a couple years ago.
Dirt Roads
What’s mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.
There’s not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn’t be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.
People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it’s worth it, if at the end is home…a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn’t have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.
Criminals didn’t walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they’d be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse!
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn’t tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.
Dirt Roads taught patience.
Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn’t hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the barn for your milk.
For your mail, you walked to the mail box.
What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy’s shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn’t some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you’d have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar…always you got a new friend…at the end of a Dirt Road!
So yes, I miss living on a dirt road. And then there’s life in general. Work pulls harder than any of us like, but we adjust and adapt. Don reminds me of this 2-3 times a week lately as I read about his biking and the trip he’s off on. It made me feel guilty enough that I dragged my own bike back out. Even his gearing up for a trip makes me feel like I need to do the same. And with luck, if he finds his way through Vancouver, maybe he’ll be near enough can meet and grab lunch or coffee or something .
A couple of months ago, I bought a new truck. I don’t “need” a truck to get by. The socially responsible thing would be to drive a Prius or some other environmentally friendly car. OTOH, our other car is a Honda Civic, which is pretty low impact. I bought the truck because other places call to me — places just off the edge of the map. Places with historical or human significance. Places where life isn’t or wasn’t driven by technology. To that end, I’ve been looking at a variety of trailers, 5th wheels and such. I found one that I really like that’s quite small and modest. I find that my traveling approach is somewhat like my approach to fishing. Lightweight in some fashion. I also found a real affinity for the 5th wheel trailers they use down under. Since they’re designed to pull behind the Australion ute, they are small, light, and can go anywhere, especially behind my truck. I haven’t heard back on whether they’ve exported many or there’s one in the western US somewhere I can see firsthand.
These things…dirt roads, simplicity, places off the edge of the map, plans and explorations…call louder lately. And I’ve been listening to the call more. I don’t care any more whether Scoble thinks Vista is hot shit or crap. It’ll always be crap to me. I don’t care that Jarvis is still whining about his Dell problems. Why the hell would a professional hang his business on a single computer from Dell? Meta-blogging? Tagsonomy? Oh barf. Sorry folks. Gimme a camera, a fly rod, a dirt road, and a spot to settle in and watch the sunset. Even finishing this to post it took a very conscious effort.
Other places call…wild places. And one can’t enter wild places unprepared. I’m off collecting supplies, investigating tools and resources, and touching the edge of the map.
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