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What Scooby Doo has to do with my Wanderlust
So this is no secret if you know me - I really love rewatching the old Scooby Doo series almost as much as I love rewatching Twin Peaks. And since it’s Halloween, I have an excuse to watch these DVDs sans judgement.
I recently felt the need to get myself a copy of Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, a more “recent” movie (1998) that reunites the gang to explore the United States in hopes of finding some “real live ghosts.” The journey takes them to Louisiana after they solve a series of mysteries. It is there that the gang is introduced to a Lina, a beautiful young girl who promises to show them a real haunted house. Long story short, the ghosts are real.
"Sort of a Ghost to Ghost with Daphne Blake”
I’ve long been interested in cryptozoology, ghosts, the occult, etc (I was a weird kid) and have often dreamed of touring the United States with a team of ghost hunters. While shows and movies featuring “real ghosts” have become rather popular, it seems unlikely that I’ll ever be given the opportunity to tour with TAPS on Ghost Hunters (of the SyFy channel), I’m still holding out for my chance to see the shrines dedicated to Bigfoot, aliens, the Jersey Devil, and other mascots of America’s mythos.
Luckily, Roadtrippers.com has a number of guides to help plan a future trip of this kind. From haunted plantations to Alien hot spots to horror film locations, the site could one day help me customize my own coast to coast ghost tour.
Maybe one day, I’ll finally get to taste beignets while at the foot of Marie Laveau’s grave. Perhaps I’ll go on a hike alongside Bigfoot believers. I don’t dream often, but I do hope that I’ll be able to make up an excuse to fulfill this dream.
This Blog Gets Political
If there are any followers of this blog, they will notice that I have not left my home base in Indiana to go West for an interview. That is because I cannot. I cannot because the US Government has shut down and I would therefore have no place to camp at night during this road trip.
On October 1st, 2013, I heard and read the announcement all over the internet: the US Government was shutting down for an indeterminate amount of time. As of today, the government remains closed.
I don’t pretend to be exceptionally informed about current events. I’m nostalgic by nature and therefore often find watching, reading, or listening to the news futile and frustrating. I do, however, try to be slightly informed so as not to appear an ignoramus to my fellow man. I can, on occasion, become intensely political. My political orientation has, for as long as I’ve had a noticeable orientation, been dependent on fairness rather than party allegiance. My parents call me a socialist in half-jest. But that’s neither here nor there.
In addition to informing the negative readership I have that I am no longer traveling West, I would also like to address those voices in the ephemera declaring that few people are affected by this shut down and that we therefore don’t need the government.
Unlike the citizens of Washington DC, I am only marginally affected, but affected nevertheless. Yes, I can easily stay home in my comfortable chair and whine about it, but my mail is still delivered and my garbage is still picked up and tossed out without my fingers having to get dirty. But this trip was the beginning of my thesis. I was going to visit my research subjects in their homes, in their environments, and discuss with them in person their life experiences. In between, I was going to drive through the South Western part of the United States, meditate on the subject of my project, perhaps even write about my own experiences, all the while getting to see states I had never visited before. I was going to sleep beside my significant other in his car and look at the stars through the moon roof (sun roof?). I was going to see natural phenomena I had never seen. And you know what? I was damned excited to finally do it.
I’ve been planning to travel in my car for over a year now. I had been planning to visit as many states as I could, try new things, meet new people and add a couple of notches to my life’s belt. After feeling sequestered in Surburbia for far too long, this was my opportunity to hop out. Those plans, however, were cancelled.
Yes, I could just as easily stay in motels. But I wanted to keep the costs down and the opportunity for new experience wide open. I really wanted to sleep in the trunk of a car in a National Park. We heard of a place called “Devils Garden,” in Moab, Utah. Can you tell the demented teenager in me that I was no longer allowed to sleep there? It was difficult even for me and I was just talking to myself.
Yes, I am casually ignoring that the way back to Indiana would have been blocked by snowstorms throughout Utah and Colorado, but I’m still going to blame the government for this one. I was ready to be cavalier, or foolhardy, and travel anyways.
And so, without a point, I draw this post to a close. The overall gist is that, yes, even though I am complaining about a trivial side effect of the shenanigans that plague Washington DC right now, I can still say that I have been affected in my small way. I cannot imagine those whose lives are changed for the moment while our government remains shut down. But in all seriousness, I would very much like to get my own show on the road again.
A Spotify Playlist
Do you have any suggestions?
Coming soon - Pauline goes West
So it seems that I am going to be en route on my first trip out west! Starting either Sunday evening or Monday morning, I’ll be on my way to LA and back for ten days. This is still tentative but be available for updates.
This is the route I’m meant to take: Road Trip map
If you have any tips, let me know!
If you’re a car camper or have camped in your car before, please let me know how you did it. I am in great need of some advice.
Stay tuned - I’ll be posting my road trip playlist in the near future.
From New Hampshire, a stop in Maine, all the way through New Jersey on the way to Indianapolis.
Works Untitled: August Daze
I started out in Dartmouth about a year ago. I used to take walks around Hanover to acclimate myself to the town. It wasn’t hard to take stock of my surroundings and memorize what went where. I wrote a few blog posts about how peaceful it was. I thought to myself, “Well, this isn’t so bad.” And…
A little blurb about my love for mid-late August in New England, which means I’m back from England. Some England photos will pop up on my website/other blog but I’ll come back to posting exclusively about the colonies in due time.