Our first stop is Grand Junction, Colorado, three hours from our house. We fuel up and buy some supplies for the campground in Moab, Utah (still an hour ahead of us). We are now out in the scary real world where you actually have to talk to people, detached from our second brain: Google.
“Excuse me, sir? Would you happen to know where there’s a Walmart nearby?” I ask an older gentleman filling his tank.
“If you’re heading south, the best way is to make a left on Seventh Avenue, then a right on North. There’s one on that road,” he replies with a smile.
A real smile! Imagine that! I am witnessing a living, moving, talking emoji. Did I see a thumbs up from this man or am I stuck in text world?
This is our map from AAA.
“I’m in the middle of moving, so I have all this damn junk in my car,” he continues casually, as if he’s on the beach shooting the breeze. He sounds like William Burroughs, the old famous author/actor with a discernible high-pitched-old-man-voice.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any junk that we could burn in our campfire?” I joke. Kristy, sitting in the car, windows down and within ear shot, overhears and we all laugh.
Wow, a live encounter with another human, and he doesn’t have his phone either! This social experiment is happening! It’s almost too good to be true. There is a world still out there.
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