The Good Life

Proudly displayed on freeway signs, in rest stop areas, and on many of the state-issued license plates, “The Good Life” is Nebraska’s state slogan. The folks here are friendly and the drivers are courteous as we loosly follow the historic Overland Trail making our way toward the endless horizon, dotted with countless turbine wind generators lined up like white-clad soldiers against a flawless blue sky.

Nebraska 09-01-2011

Nebraska 09-01-2011

Nebraska 09-01-2011

Nebraska 09-01-2011

Nebraska 09-01-2011

Nebraska 09-01-2011

Nebraska 09-01-2011

Nebraska 09-01-2011

I leave Altoona, Iowa (state slogan “Fields of Opportunities“) this morning and expect to reach home — Crystal Lake, Illinois — this afternoon where I’ll get a rib-crushing bear hug from Len, and my hands and face will be licked to within an inch of my life by Willa, Lexi, and Claire as their tails beat out an enthusiastic “Welcome Home!” against my legs. 

It has been a pleasure to share my adventure with you. I’ll return to my regular posting schedule — Tuesday and Thursday — the day after Labor Day.

By the way, sometimes it takes a while to discover, but all vehicles have a name. As we’ve gotten to know each other over the past two thousand miles, I’ve learned that the big, beautiful, smooth-running Ford F150 goes by “Clover” — it suits her well.

Listen with your heart,

Laurie Buchanan

Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
                — Laurie Buchanan

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Born To Be Wild

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our
way

Laurie picking up Ford F150 Super Cab

Laurie picking up Ford F150 Super Cab

I burned a great CD for left-lane driving as I make my way back home from Encinitas, California in the Ford F150 truck we just purchased from my dad. I also brought an assortment of books on CD—suspense novels—to keep me bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

I know the route I’m taking, but I don’t have a pre-determined set of stops; I’m driving by the seat of my pants—with GPS and road maps. Each morning before I hit the road I’ll take a photo of where I’m at and do a quick blog post so you can ride shotgun on this adventure. This morning we leave Barstow – in the foothills of the San Bernardino Mountains.

Foothills of the San Bernardino Mountains - Barstow CA

Foothills of the San Bernardino Mountains - Barstow CA

Buckle your seatbelt, roll down the window, put on your shades, and play the dashboard drums while I crank up the music:

Born To Be Wild – Steppenwolf
Somebody’s Knockin – Terri Gibbs
Boogie Woogie Choo Choo Train – The Tractors
You Can’t Catch Me – Chuck Berry
Take It Easy – Eagles
Hot Rod Lincoln – Commander Cody
Cruisin’ – Smokey Robinson
Panama- Van Halen
Johnny B. Goode – Chuck Berry
Start Me Up – The Rolling Stones
Ramblin’ Man – Allman Brothers Band
Everyday Is a Winding Road- Sheryl Crow
Road Trippin’ – Red Hot Chili Peppers
I can’t Drive 55 – Sammy Hagar
Sweet Home Alabama – Lynyrd Skynyrd
Take the Long Way Home – Supertramp
Don’t Stop – Fleetwood Mac
Roam – The B-52’s
Hit the Road, Jack – Ray Charles
I’ve Been Everywhere – Johnny Cash
The Road’s My Middle Name – Bonnie Raitt
I Get Around – The Beach Boys
Travelin’ Band – Creedence Clearwater Revival

Listen with your heart,

Laurie Buchanan

Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
               — Laurie Buchanan

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© 2011 Laurie Buchanan – All Rights Reserved