A fast trip across the southern United States - Tuesday, March 31
We awoke at 6:00 AM PDT in Los Angeles, California. Thirteen hours later we went to bed at 10:00 PM EDT in Parkland, Florida. In between we spent six and a half hours rocketing across the country in a pressurized tube.
There’s a disconnect from reality when you travel so far so fast. A disconnect that’s measured in attitude and atmosphere, as much as in nautical miles. There’s a continent of distance between the hip streets of L.A. and the retirement colonies of south Florida, but culturally there’s a world of difference between them.
Madolyn and I like to travel more slowly - like to drive the distance from Point A to Point B. This may take longer, but it preserves the ‘relationship’ - the earthbound continuum that connects Point A to Point B. And it does this in a way that air travel can not.
When we arrived in Cartwright, Labrador last summer, we had driven there from our home in Sebastopol, California. We had seen every foot of terrain along the way. Our minds and bodies had acclimated slowly, with plenty of time to adjust to the change. By the time we got to Labrador it seemed perfectly natural to hear people speaking French instead of Spanish - to be eating cod instead of salmon.
Not so when we travel by air. It’s fast and it’s cheap, but we lose a lot along the way. Still, there’s nothing like seeing the grandkids - and in a day or so we’ll be back in our motorhome and dawdling along to our heart’s content. If getting on a plane makes all of that possible, it’s a cheap price to pay for these blessings we enjoy!