During my senior year of college in 1965, I made a plan: buy a VW bus, take a jaunt around the country for a year or so, then find a job. Alas, life got in the way. I had no money, I’d fallen in love with a more practical woman and, worst of all, the U.S. Army had a “better plan.” But the idea persisted and, 54 years later, I resurrected it.
“We’ll take the little roads, the small highways. Stop when we want, go wherever the yearning takes us,” I told that same woman. She lovingly agreed, as long as she didn’t have to go. Apparently she’d had enough of our adventures, especially the getting bogged down, lost and/or stuck parts.
On a Monday in May, I left Vancouver. Instead of a VW van I had my Subaru Crosstrek, a small ice chest, a backpack, paper maps and a credit card. My plan was to drive across the north, then south to Maryland where I would stay with friends for a few days, then return through the Midwest. I’d try to stay in small cities and towns at night, drive the smaller highways and roads, and stay off the freeways whenever possible. If I saw something interesting, I’d go there.
U.S. Route 2 traces the great railways from Seattle to Duluth, and I enjoyed following the tracks and imagining those incredible efforts in the 19th century. From Kalispell, Mont., I drove east toward what seemed a solid wall of insurmountable peaks. Then, miraculously, a gap created by the Flathead River appeared. I spent the next three hours in gorgeous scenery while climbing the Rockies. Imagine building a track through that!