Wheels on a rural road

I was totin my pack along the long dusty Winnamucka road
When along came a semi with a high canvas covered load
If your goin' to Winnamucka, Mack with me you can ride
And so I climbed into the cab and then I setteled down inside
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand
And I said, "Listen! I've traveled every road in this here land!

"I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breatherd the mountain air, man
Travel - I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere

-JC

Tonight was the second night in a row I've been out late, Vagabond Chicago Son, moving in the PT Cruiser over the backroads of rural Wisconsin.

Lots of stars, round here.

There are very few things as pure and easily enjoyable as a night ride, when autumn's set of stars are ambling overhead. Every now and then catch the scent of a pond, or burning wood.

Stop the car, turn the engine and lights off just for a moment at the side of the road and step out, and look up.And breathe in, deep. Nothing out there, but you and the 'Verse.

I know a few people who have been farther abroad then I have, and a couple who have been to more then a few other countries... but thanks to my family and the way I was raised I've never met anyone who's come even -close- to being as well traveled in the US as I am. 49 states, so far, and counting.I wonder what a drive up to Alaska would be like... bet there are some -amazing- stary skies, along that road.