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All of the traveling I’ve done this summer has altered my perception of home. As I rolled through the beauty of the dry farms yesterday afternoon I thought of all the places I’d been recently and realized I hadn’t seen anything as beautiful as this.

I was also comparing the large cities that I survived and realized Teton Valley kicks their butt in so many ways! The people that live in these cities have lost sight of what living peacefully is like. Southern California is the worst: the fast cars, the silicone body parts and the general pretentiousness is really crazy. They fly around the freeways like lunatics while submitting themselves to hours locked in traffic just to reach their favorite giant multiple story fitness club.

San Francisco has charm but the traffic and the pace of life doesn’t allow them to enjoy it. Oregon has a beautiful coast but the cities (Portland, Salem, Eugene…) suffer from the same overcrowded strip-mall syndrome that seems to be synonymous with city life in America. Utah and Arizona are really just big hot deserts consisting of sand and sagebrush, with an occasional city.

All of that was in my head as I came into downtown Driggs and looked at our one stoplight with relief. Having seen life outside this valley I realize there is no other place I want to be. It’s great to be home.

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4 comments

  1. You have to look at the time you arrived and left San Francisco – during rush hour. San Francisco is a walkers town, not a driving town unless you live here and know the streets to travel on during the influx of out-of-towners rushing to get back home or to work. You put yourself on some of the busiest streets (Market St., Geary, Embarcadero, and Castro St. and Masonic) during rush hours. We have Golden Gate Park, the Presidio and Lands End where you used to jump for people to take pictures… (that was you, wasn’t it?). We have The DeYoung museum, The Legion of Honor museum, the Asian museum and the Museum of Modern Art for culture. I’m going to miss the “City” when we move to Petaluma. For what little time we had to visit I’m glad you stopped by and had a safe trip home.

  2. Yea, you’re right, but it’s still a big city, way too big for me. That was me that used to jump for money, my first ever road trip as a seventeen year old kid driving a 1941 Chrysler with a bed in the back :-) For all my bitching about getting lost at rush hour, I had a great time in the City and it was great to see you!

    btw: To expand on that jumping thing, there was a very tall sea wall by the Cliff House and I was a young guy with track star legs jumping onto the beach for fun. Pretty soon tourists were giving me a buck per jump so they could take pictures :-)

  3. Glad to hear you are enjoy being home. There are hundreds of places here that can take your breath away. I agree with you about the no traffic there, but the beauty is not really there. Lots of wide open spaces, but give me the beautiful green stands of trees and waterfalls here in Washington and I would take them every time. The cities are busy, but there are some small towns you can drive thru without much trouble. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

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