Road Notes: Day 139
New morning routine, six days a week: wake up at 7, slam coffee, get ready for the day, Branden leaves, I convince myself to not go back to bed, and finally get to work…most likely in my PJs.
I did take Branden to class today. We are lucky that the Earthship Biotecture is only about a 10 minute drive. I wanted to explore the Earthship premise. I’ve been hearing so much about what they are building, what they are learning, the principles of how these structures work. It is fascinating and I wanted to see some first hand. They are incredible. Everything is strategic. The angle at which the home faces the sun. How it is dug into the ground to capitalize on the earth’s warmth and innate insulating properties. The use of trash, such as tires and bottles, as construction materials to reduce landfill buildup and reduce the costs of building. But I will let Branden talk more about that.
I toured the facility close to when Branden was supposed to finish up for the day. It got really, really cold and started flurrying. He hopped in the car and we went back into town so that he could finally hit up JRs clothing store to get some rugged cold-weather work clothes. He left with armfuls of Carhartt. Happy guy. We grabbed a burger at the Ale House, which was delicious, but had some…interesting clientele. I was waiting for the bathroom. An older guy exits the restroom, stops, looks at me, and asks, “were you listening to my conversation with myself?”. I replied, “no, but should I have been? Was it an interesting conversation?” He said he would buy me a beer and tell me all about it. This wasn’t a very flirtatious interaction. It was very, very serious. I got back to the table, sat down with Branden, and the guy sat down at the same table as us. It was really strange. He moved the the table right next to us a few minutes later, where he spread out the pages of an old tattered book and a snow globe. He stared at us the whole time. Huh.
By the time we left, it was snowing hard and accumulating. I don’t know the last time I’ve been in actual, stick to the ground snow. It has been years. I thought I would miss it. Nope. Pass. Don’t need it.
Road Notes are timed entries—written in thirty minutes or less at the end of each day. Considerations are made for spelling/legibility but not for grammar. Deal with it.