Onward we go in our trusty 2006 Ford Freestar, ‘The Jaladuta Express’, eastbound on I-80 through Utah, Wyoming and the soon-approaching Nebraska. We know little of what’s going on in the world. We are in our own little transcendental bubble. This is brahmacari-style living—simple, humble. We like it that way.
Even though we are somewhat limited to a van, we have diverse things going on—japa meditation, chanting, reading, naps and some time in the park. It’s a break for us and our machine, ‘The Jaladuta’.
The capital city of Wyoming is Cheyenne, population 64,000, and it’s celebrating its 150th birthday, just like Canada. We pull over at the Holiday Park, where a manmade lake is replete with deep red fish—maybe goldfish. But that’s not how we busied ourselves. The squirrels are particularly human-friendly, golden-bellied and gorgeous tailed. The boys did the benevolent act of feeding the bushy-tailed creatures with peanut prasadam. They went squirrely, both my assistants and the animals.
Now, all three of us are from the east. We’ve never seen dust storms like they have here, where the sky turns brown and tumbleweeds and corn stalks are hurled through the air. Visibility was poor. It’s actually dangerous. https://instagram.com/p/BZRPDaclkoT/
When the term “the wild, wild west” is used, it just can’t only refer to tough cowboys with spurs and the roping and lassoing of cattle and horses. It just might have something to do with the concept of weather. It was beastly.
May the Source be with you!