When I first drove to beautiful California in 2000 to start a new job, I experienced one of the most promising experiences of my life – perhaps because it was a marginal trauma.
At the time, I worked in St. Louis, Missouri, just working in Northern California. I had just started a few days, so I decided to drive from Missouri to California by my bright blue Pontiac Grand Am. I traveled west, Missouri, Kansas and Colorado along the I-70 westbound. This is enough to be enjoyable. I still remember driving on the vast Kansas prairie – I have never driven on such a vast plain before – enjoying the sunset on the flattest and widest horizon I have ever seen. I still remember that quaint country hotel, I stayed overnight overnight, the next day, I drove through Colorado, after passing Denver, in the distance, the breathtaking snow-capped peaks.
Soon, I arrived in Utah and headed north on I-15 to Salt Lake City, where I boarded the I-80 and headed west to California. Leaving Salt Lake City, waiting for me is a long drive through a ridiculous wasteland – the deserts of Utah and Nevada – a difficult and ruthless journey. I still remember that the petrol-gas meter that I checked when I left Salt Lake City was full [or half empty, depending on your appearance]! "No problem," I thought. “This should be enough to take me to the next town, where I can refuel.” So I started the fate journey in the barren Bonneville Salt Flats, a scary west of Salt Lake City. Desert.
When I drove, the desert yawned in front of me – a vast, dry wasteland. At least a few miles of civilization or cultural implications. I continued along the highway and took a glance at the fuel gauge. The sun fell ruthlessly. I passed the occasional truck on an occasionally empty road. No car to watch. The barometer continues to drop, but still has nothing. I began to wonder if I would arrive in the next town. I started to imagine a terrible scene – trapped in the desert, my car has no food, water or petrol. Even if I have a cell phone on my body – I didn't have it at the time – it might be useless in the middle of the salt flat!
In the end, I did smoke and do my best to pray to Jesus Christ, but still, marching in the desert, I hope there is a miracle! The miracle is coming! Just as I heard the car engine start to splash, I arrived at a gas station, and truck drivers frequented it. It seems to be the only gas station in the desert that stretches for miles. It's a dilapidated company that charges too much for petrol and other items. oasis! Nirvana! I whispered to God, because the fuel tank in my car greedily swallowed the gasoline I pumped in!
I continued to drive through the deserts of Nevada. When I drove from a distance to California, it really seemed to be the promised land – a green mist seemed to have settled on the green hills of Northern California, marking the hope of redemption. The cruel arid wasteland I left behind. When I drove past a small mountain road in California and arrived at the destination, it really looked like "the land filled with milk and honey!" It sounded a little naive, but I have never experienced it since. I can't help but wonder if what happens if I evade on the desert road and the fuel gauge reads empty, except for the ridiculous deserts in all directions! This experience made me think twice before taking everything as a matter of course and making me more appreciate art, culture and civilization!
In my memory, Kansas' vast expanse of prairie landforms, Colorado's majestic mountainous terrain, and desert landscapes of Utah and Nevada are ingrained. This experience continues to inspire me to move forward, even though I seem to be sitting in the desert with an empty fuel tank – because if you push forward, you might take it to a deserted gas station in the wilderness that will save you. Life and enable you to move on, to the promised land you want!
In this modern world, civilization provides us with all the conveniences, and you may imagine that there is no more space for exploration or adventure, but this concept is too far from the truth! As long as there are human beings on the planet, there will be new horizons of exploration, because all experiences are subjective and civilization is constantly changing!