Saturday, October 29, 2005

A train rolls by here every few minutes

Not fake commuter trains either-- trains of commerce. Long trains that rumble by for minutes.

Made it in to Tucson yesterday afternoon. All is good. Went out on the town last night, drank too much, met lots of friendly locals, heard some good local music in the form of Bob Log III, The Voodoo Organist (Tucson seems to have a thing for alternative one-man bands...), and Peachcake- all of whom were quality and energetic.

Tonight are the big Halloween parties and concerts. Arriving in town without a costume, I stopped by the local quirk shop and picked up sufficient goodies so that I can prowl the streets of Tucson as a lounge act vampire.

The numbness of the old routine is still wearing off, but I haven't really settled into my traveling groove yet either. I need to be patient for inspiration.

Otherwise, it's been a good day. Ate a yummy creamcheese and lox omlette for breakfast, got a haircut, hit the climbing gym. I'm chilling out now at the hostel before I go cook dinner (seasoned pan seared chicken and yellow rice). Maybe I'll also get a nap in before I head out tonight.

That's it for now. Tomorrow, I'll either go climbing locally or start driving north. I may stop in Jerome. I hear it's nice. Oh, I've also probably posted some pics of my trip down by now. They're on my smugmug account.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

yay! road blogging! voyeuristic updates for the proletariat!

3:48 AM  
Blogger Rich Unger said...

Patty saw a stack of photos on my desk and asked about them. I hadn't touched them in over a year, so I didn't remember. Turns out, they were the photos from our first road trip to California. Your photo in front of the road sign reminded me of the photo at the continental divide.

2:00 PM  

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