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25 October 2005 @ 11:54 am
Jim/Blair: tractor, horseradish, Taos for timian  
The drive to Taos was all rain and tractor-trailers and greasy burgers--at the last, even Jim, champion burger-eater of the greater Cascade area, started to look at the identical truck-stop menus with a jaundiced eye, and lit up like a winning slot machine when they found a Kosher deli tucked into the middle of nowhere; his kisses tasted of horseradish afterwards, and they lost a few hours from their schedule in the cheap motel next door. But despite the dispiriting sameness that was assimilating American highways, Blair wouldn't have traded the trip for anything; it was his first time out of the city in almost a year, a far cry from his student days when he used to keep his backpack by the front door, ready to hit the road on a moment's notice.

And it all came together when they reached Taos, the skies rewarding their journey with blue clarity, Jim's shoulders settling to a relaxed level, and the smell of sage coming through the open windows like a cleansing.
Anna S.eliade on October 25th, 2005 08:32 pm (UTC)
Yu! Oh, yu. *giggle*