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Hiking alone, laughing at my own jokes.

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The fourth time a Poughkeepsie police officer told me that my Vassar College Faculty ID could make everything OK was three years ago. I was driving down Hooker Avenue. When the white police officer, whose head was way too small for his neck, asked if my truck was stolen, I laughed, said no, and shamefully showed him my license and my ID, just like Lanre Akinsiku. The ID, which ensures that I can spend the rest of my life in a lush state park with fat fearless squirrels, surrounded by enlightened white folks who love talking about Jon Stewart, Obama, and civility, has been washed so many times it doesn't lie flat.
I first discovered Kiese Laymon with his essay How to slowly kill yourself and others in America: a remembrance. I recommend you go read that one too.
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Bye bye oak park. Thanks for the above freezing weather. Back into Canada today... I'm going to enjoy my last chance to listen to WBEZ as I drive out of chicago.
Minneapolis... stayed with friends of @warehamenator and hung out with Aleeza! -10 but it feels warm compared to Alberta. Driving to Chicago today.

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Grass along the South Saskatchewan River at Police Point park in Medicine Hat, Alberta. Ice on the river.
The week before I arrived the river was flowing; then winter rushed in, the temperature dropped 25 degrees, and the river hurriedly froze into this tangle of violent, colliding shards and delicate crystals.
I was in Regina this morning. Winnipeg tonight. Tomorrow I cross the border again, back into the States to Minneapolis. On Wednesday, Chicago.
The first time “google” was used as a verb was on Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Canada: it's cold. It's minus twenty even though the last yellow leaves haven't fallen from the trees yet. There's snow on the ground for half the year so we make cactus gardens on our windowsills, our windowsills that are kept toasty warm 24/7 and provide an excellent dry climate for these spiky misplaced plants. The cold is just a fact and so we go out to the shooting range and freeze our fingers and toes and fire off a few dozen rounds with the talcum-slippery, styrofoam-dry snow sighing below the bullets. Just before I left Edmonton, there were 500 collisions in 48 hours: the casualties of the first snow.
But probably the ultimate road trip music for me will always be the Grateful Dead. It's possible that this is just me wilfully reinforcing the ideal of the Great American Road Trip, but does it matter? Does it matter WHY it feels fucking awesome to blast "Friend of the Devil" as you cruise down the highway (even if it's a wintertime Alberta highway that's crusted in snow) or does it just matter that's it's awesome???
Side note, I used to think that the Grateful Dead were a metal band.
Side note, my brother gave me a 3-disc compilation of heavy metal before I left on the road trip, but I left it in my friend's refrigerator by mistake. True story.
And while I'm posting music, a sweet new track from my buddy pete (a.k.a. moon boots)....

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road trip music. SO INTO HAIM.
Sup, elk. Another pic from the Rockies. Bizarre and wonderful to see herds of these huge animals just chilling next to the road - Yellowstone is like that too. It feels oddly zoo-like. But the REAL killer is that this weird zoo-park experience is much closer to what these places - and indeed all places - were like back before the Homo sapiens takeover. #elk #backintheday #anthropocene
WHAT UP, CANADIAN ROCKIES. Booyah. Managed to get out of the mountains without any snow, but it started falling soon after, all the way into Edmonton... Looks like this sheltered Vancouver Island faux-Canadienne is going to have to learn some winter driving skills.
Canada, I'm a BC girl. I can't with this. #ocanada
Trees on the Coquihalla highway. It's not often that you have cause to ponder the beauty of highway names, but the split in the road where you have to choose between the Coquihalla highway or the Crow's Nest highway is pretty awesome.

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Classic Olympia, WA.
So, I'm on a road trip - which will probably get a blog of it's own - but I'm too disorganized to have all of that sorted out, and yet NEWSWORTHY THINGS ARE HAPPENING, so I'm going to just vomit it up here for now.
I'm in Olympia, WA, visiting my aunt and my friend G, and I was going to drive back up into Canada this morning... As I drove out of Olympia, maybe 2 miles away from getting on the I-5, a strange vibration started up and the engine immediately started sounding like an angry lawnmower. "Oh dear god," I thought to myself. "It sounds like the fucking muffler fell off."
And lo, it had.
I pulled into the nearest auto shop that google considered reputable, and they informed me that in addition to my now-dangling muffler and tailpipe, the exhaust manifold was cracked. Yep. I thought I had escaped the cheap used car curse of Everything! Going! Wrong! but no, there is no escaping that curse.... and now it is costing me over a thousand dollars.
Oh well! Another night in Olympia. Thursday I try to cross the Rockies. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.