Leaving on an airplane
Newark Liberty International Airport.
Somewhere over the Atlantic.
Aurora Borealis over Greenland.
Two days in New York
Arriving Manhattan, Penn Station, corner of 33rd and 7th.
Pedestrians crossing street close to Ground Zero.
Tourists photographing Ground Zero.
Ground Zero.
Ground Zero.
New York subway.
Empire State Buidling, seen from Rockefeller Building.
Central Park, seen from Rockefeller Building.
Central Park.
Central Park.
Central Park.
Central Park.
Nighttime on Manhattan.
Taking a taxi home.
84515
This is Cisco, a ghosttown just west of Grand Junction in Utah. According to Wikipedia the town survived long enough into the 20th century to obtain a ZIP-code, namely 84515.
Judging by the type of cars that were there i would say people moved out of here in the 70’s, but that’s a wild guess by my side.
I don’t know if this is an american thing, but along the way there has been plenty of left-behind cars, agricultural tools and trailers of all sorts. I feel that, at least in Norway, where I come from, if we move, we take our car/cars with us. But here… It might be some kind of use-and-throw-mentally that America has going on, or I might be completely off by saying such a thing. But I feel the consumer mentality, the idea that “if it’s broken, buy a new one”, is stronger here.
Maybe that’s the American way. And the American Dream is to be able to. And it’s shattering as we speak.
The last frontier
In a small town called Hutchinson (population 40 000), in the middle of Kansas, is the Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center. The location of it seems rather arbitrary, as I, at least, would seek to place such a museum in a city with more people. Now well. It was quite a special place. And in the midst of rockets, spacesuits and landingcapsules, I found a real rocket scientist. Retired, but a rocket scientist nontheless.
Real rockets.
Sci-fi artwork.
He used to work with atomic bombs.
Heatshielded landing-capsule, and space-suits.
Rocket engine.
Random shots from last week
Nevada desert, just east of Carson City
Restaurant, Fallon
Lake Lahontan, Nevada
Lakebed, Lake Lahontan, Nevada
Some mountain between Austin and Fallon in Nevada
Sand Mountain, Nevada
Sand Mountain, Nevada
I’ve reached Grand Junction, and managed to get a room at the Melrose Hotel, even though the sign said “NO Vacancy”. It’s a lovely Victorian house downtown, with the Main Street just a block away. The hotel was founded in 1908, and back then you could rent a room for 50 cents a night. The hotel is, in fact, the only one out of twelve hotels that were once located in downtown Grand Junction.
Today I’ve driven for almost 9 hours. Really looking forward to tomorrow, which, beeing a Monday, is my day of resting. Gonna get up to speed on pictures, though, and spend a couple of hours reading.
Dead wood
Outside of Monterey there’s a patch of road called The 17-mile Drive. For the sum of $ 9.25 you can drive these 17 miles and enjoy whatever scenery you come across.
And, just to conclude this senseless indulgence of scenery, a picture of yours truly, to honour a request from Ida. Now that’s a self-portrait for ya. With my new hat and all.
I am currently in Sacramento, driving eastwards tomorrow. I can’t quite decide whether to go to South Lake Tahoe, or drive the extra 30 miles or so to Carson City.
Beeing the procrastinator that I am, I have come to the conclusion that I will decide this when I get to South Lake Tahoe.
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