Ugh

It used to seem like so much potential living on "the mainland." As much as I whined there was always the promise of the open road. Driving through state borders. Seeing the country. What an opportunity for an island girl.

Well, before gas reached $3.19 a gallon. Before it cost, like, $30 to fill up a Honda Civic.

But we're not going to stop driving. One person per car. We can't stop driving we're addicted.

I met this lady, she says the wacko environmentalists are to blame for the rising fuel costs. She and her husband are hauling ass in a 30-foot RV, and even though they don't like the rising prices, they're not going to stop traveling. Oh, no. They worked too hard all their lives and it's their right to travel. Once the wacko environmentalists go away and the U.S. government is allowed to use its own oil resources instead of depending on foreign oil everything will be ok.

As she spoke I let my gaze drift over the stark San Juan mountains looming in the background. Those mountains, I thought, they're just an obstacle. If it gets in our way, well lets just knock it down, flatten it, run right over it.

Lady, I wanted to say, you're a whore to manifest destiny.