When the pioneers were making their way west in the mid-1800's, St. Louis was the last major city before kicking off the trip west. The Gateway Arch was built to commemorate the spirit and courage of those brave souls who were blazing their way west, in search of the promised land, gold in California, silver in Nevada, and a new and better life.
When we left Columbia, MO the next morning on our way to Kansas, Brian got to talking with a guy in the hotel parking lot. His name was Gill. He, too, had a U-haul, and was moving his family west, to the gold fields of Eastern Oregon. We were going to San Francisco. And to show you what a small world it is, the man's sister was a teacher at Brian's high school in McMurray, Pennsylvania. We wished each other good luck, shook hands and set off west again. We think about Gill every now and then, and wonder how he and his family made out in Oregon.
As we pulled back out onto the highway, it occurred to me that we were like modern day pioneers. The U-haul was our wagon which contained all of our worldly possessions. The car transport was like the horse or cow we were bringing with us. We were headed west, like so many others before us, hopeful that we could make a new life in California. Sometimes as we were driving on the highway, you'd see wagon wheel ruts come out from under the asphalt on the side of the road and shoot off in another direction. Then later on down the highway, more wagon wheel ruts would join back up. Except we covered the same ground in 10 days that took the pioneers months and months to do.
Next up: Visiting the Kansas location of my all time fave rave movie.