Following I 70 With a Writer’s Notebook in Hand

 

Baltimore, where I live, is at the beginning of Interstate 70. Every time we drive along that stretch of the highway, we pass the mileage sign. I look and I wonder what it would be like to just start out and go to those far-away places on the sign.

Now I’m doing it. I’m off on a road trip across the USA with my daughter and granddaughter, following I 70 most of the way. I’ve been across the US more than once, but not on this route.

When I travel I always have a small notebook with me. Writers do that. You never know what adventures you will run into on the way. Sometimes even the smallest thing sparks the imagination.

My imagination was dampened our first day out, though. We followed I 70 through the mountains in Maryland and Pennsylvania in the driving rain. Sometimes it was blinding. I had the first shift as driver. There were times I couldn’t see beyond the hood of our car. Now that I am away from it, I wonder how that experience could become a story or part of a story. It was pretty scary. The gray of the sky, rain hurling at the windshield like thousands of nails, trucks sending a spray of water at us. Did they do that on purpose? Probably not, but what if they did? Imagination is at work again. I suspect that one day that blinding rain will show up in in some story.

I was eager to get to Indianapolis, Indiana where we planned to stay overnight. It made an insanely long day, especially with the slow-down through the rain. But when my daughter found that we could stay at the Crown Plaza built in the old Union Station, Indianapolis we decided to go for it. They have 26 old Pullman train cars divided into bedrooms. There is a private train car in the third book of The Last Crystal Trilogy. It is attached to the Santa Fe Chief—that was when the Chief was THE train to take from Chicago to LA.

The outside of our train car.

People can still do that—buy a train car and have it fixed up to specification. I saw lots of pictures of private train cars and floor plans for private cars when I did research for the book. But spending the night in half of a car turned into a hotel room sounded like an exciting prospect. Imagination is important, but so is real experience. I wasn’t disappointed! There were lounge chairs and two large beds and a bath. It was cozy, but with just enough room for the three of us. There were plaster cast statues to spark the imagination, too. You could almost see the crowds bustling to get on board. Or, as in this picture taken by my daughter, three mischiefs trying to hitch a ride on top of the train.

Day 1 and my notebook is full of ideas.

Author: Four Leaves and Tales

I like a good story. For a dozen years I taught elementary school. Story was always an important part of our school day whether I was teaching kindergarten or fifth grade. Later, I became a university professor and taught people who wanted to be teachers. Now I am retired and busy reading and writing stories. There's more about me in the About section of the blog.

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