I crossed the border from Washington to Idaho last night around Eight Oclock. My first state of many to successfully cross. People are open friendly, excited amazed about my journey. Everyone wishes me luck and safety. I am seeing America for the first time in my entire life. Another excerpt from Chapter one:
"Next morning Estes awakes at five and is headed up the next pass by six, after a heat flutter about water when he is saved by another gas station. One who's attendant has a goofy grin remarking
"what was your mom thinkin' when she dressed you today. Looks like you've been shot up with paintballs. You painted that all yourself though?"
The climb begins, this time everything seems easier being his lungs began acclimating even with the smoke being filtered through them. Cycle of motion begin second nature, almost nonexistent after a couple of days. Estes is along but not: with parts of everyone he meets inside of him; this world is full of wacky encounters, while zipping through little towns, big cites, open prairies that just beg you to take off all your clothes and run through them at full speed- because people have been there. The whole country resonates with kinetic energies of the past, as human kind has decapitated dear and thrust their throbbing member into the molten hot core. We are part of the world whether we like it or not. Estes feels these thoughts surging through his veins as his lungs pump air so fresh, so pure that you almost can get high- his spine tingles as he feels his place at least for this moment, the next and so fourth. Estes is here now, and there next. No fictitious bouts of schizophrenia, just purity reborn through the advancement of this beauty- tainted by American slumber.
Hacksawed knees, bees following him a reincarnation of Tom, Reading close to the so built up Sherman pass, a glimpse of what it must feel like to be unreal. A a wrongfully accused scenic outlook he decides to stops and smokes a hash ciggarette and just take it in. Shitting off yet another highway railing, this time making an effort to cover up fecal matter. Contemplation and he finally searches the scenic area, drawing a picture or two, playing his banjo."
MORE TO COME...Hopefully pictures soon.
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Crossing Idaho and in to Montana next -- Bless him! mimi
Watching his progress and am with him in spirit.
Love Sebastian's blogs. What a life changing adventure. I can't think of many things that add to character like crossing the country on your own energy. Not only will he gain experiences but also a tremendous confidence and a totally different way to see the world.
He will have very rough days: rain, hills, sore muscles, loneliness but all of this will make him incredibly strong in more ways than one.
With that kind of motivation and drive he can do anything. Thanks for sharing.
kim
“Nearly as facile with a pen as with a brush, Estes captures us, making us unwitting companions as he journeys through time, past and present on his transcontinental trek.”
John Updike
Sebastian, what a great adventure. Cherish each hardship and each exhilarating moment. You're off to a great start!!!! Mark
Just another note to let you know we are with you all the way. DGS
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