©2012, Danise Codekas
Driving from Boise, ID to Bingham City, UT involves silence and vastness. Space becomes irrelevant. Tight cities, engorged by humans and their accoutrements, 
disappear as reality of that which lies beyond and encompasses most of the space across the earth, appears relevant, again, to me.
The difference between solitude and silence marks the miles driving through mountain passes, high plains, and unknown rivers winding beneath me and alongside route 84.
Exits named Ranch Exit, in southeastern Idaho, are just that. Exits from 4 lane freeways just for a thousand of acres ranch, the freeway divided when built. Ranch Exit 32 is a different Ranch exit, then the one for Ranch Exit 33 or 34.
The towns and villages along the way, like Nampa and Mountain Home and Bliss, all serve the local populations, spread out across miles of range and valleys, and those businesses that support the farmer, rancher, and humans who live in these far reaching places. I grew up in such a place in Pennsylvania, however, not so separated by miles from neighbors as what I saw driving across 300 miles of empty land.
I saw an Idaho Power pickup truck, hauling a canoe on a wooden trailer. Does he need it to get across the Snake River to an electric box, on a river island? I stopped in a village, for water, and driving through it, came upon a school for horse dentistry. I listened to a Mormon advice duo, on radio, list reasons for why homosexuality is unnatural and can be cured with logical reasoning.
I also had a Mormon tell me that a woman has to be chaste for a man to marry her. Did not get to ask him about divorced men, or divorced women conundrum. Guess there must be a lot of virgins for the picking. I wanted to ask him if Mormon men could cheat on their wives or wife, with an unchaste woman, but my gas tank was full and and I had to pull the gas pump out of my tank.
Out of the 3 hotels I’ve stayed in, only one of the them was worth the money. There is no rhyme or reason to believe comments about motels on any of the online booking sites. i should have remembered that from the last time I travelled into unknown territory. For some reason, thought that Utahians would live to a higher standard; then, there are ripoffs and scammers all over the earth’s face.
$3.44 gal/gas in Idaho, $4.45 in Bend, Oregon; $3.89 in Utah, for grade 85 gas. I run on grade 87, so it was $4.11/gal. What is grade 85 for? High mountain passes at 5311 feet? Rattlesnake Pass looked like they lived there en mass. You could feel the rattlers all smiling that they had bitten enough humans, who named the pass after them, and now, scares us all from taking that exit to check out the top of that ledge.
Silence has been my co-rider for the past 4 days. The wind and freeway sound, makes my ears tired. Good country western rock and roll playing on the fm, when in range of a tower. Thank god for 3 and 4G networks on the cell phones.
The best place for gas was LOVE’S across Idaho. Utah is still strange, in some way, perhaps it has to do with the power from the snow covered mountains, which finally appeared, as I climbed across the SE corner of Idaho.
Tonight, I sit at the NE corner of the Great Salt Lake, and to my back is a mountain, huge, and chained to it, is its sibling mountains, running north and south for as long as the eye can see. I sleep against it tonight, and look to the west from my balcony into eternal, vast sky.
Not sure who I am now. Some part of me was cleared away, erased, in the last few months. A mind eraser is at work now and the understanding I am not connected to any home or edifice on the face of the earth settles in, the further I drive.
Beginning a new chapter of my life and all that I knew before, did before, prepared me to let go of all that I had in my life. 13 boxes of goods in storage is all that is apart from me, now. A car, 3 suitcases, 2 laptops, IPOD, sleeping bag, shoes, food chest, music cd’s, flashlights…The things that are in my car and those 13 boxes are all that I have now.
Not sure I should have kept many of those things, now that I have existed for 4 days and nights without them. The universe conspired to design a task for me, which it has not divulged to me, yet. Evidently, the next indicated thing in my life’s mission, is to get in the car tomorrow and drive to Moab, UT., and, finally, write this update to my blog.
Probably, no one will read it since my inability to maintain communication with many of you, has impacted your interest in my life. I do like so many of you, however, this life transition takes up much of my energy, now. For the past two months, everything I was able to touch in my life, I have let go of, sold, or given away.
So, worry, decisions, and practicing release and offering gratitude, takes up much of my breath. Hope you can forgive me. However, since many of you are experiencing discomfort with your lives, and wishing or designing changes for yourselves, I shall understand if you are silent and contemplative, as I am now.
When we create a vacuum in our lives, 
the universe acts to fill it, only at its own pace, not ours. So, my driving 1600 miles, into an area I have never been before, is like driving through the cosmic energy vacuum, which is wiping from me all past regrets, bad memories, fears of failure. 
And, once every couple of hundred miles, the cosmic, eternal power, places me alongside a snow covered mountain, in a king-sized bed, next to a Great Salt Lake
Preservation is what salt was used for and the most valued spice of its time, back in the 900 and 1000 A.D., which grounds out, some of the misunderstandings about myself, from my red-headed ego.
This soul of mine, connected to divine wisdom, then leads me across 600 miles at 5000 ft. altitudes, pushing my car and me with high winds of cosmic breaths, that blow all leftovers, from my past, which no longer serve the new life I am driving into, and drops me at the foot of this lake, in a land founded by people seeking a new heaven. 
(Shot of Great Salt Lake Lightening Strikes, by Scott Stringham)
In a day, I will be in a corner of the universe inhabited by Anasazi, 
the ancient ones. Into their cliff dwellings shall I rise, and meditate, as I walk through the streets of Aztec, which by chance, has now become an recognized World Cultural Site. Hmm.
“They” try to protect the power spots, from those who know what power lies there, and can use them for the good of all, don’t they? Declaring it so, allows them the rights to control access. I believe we do not spend enough time connected to earth, and in so doing, lose self.
This journey of mine is not about finding work or a new place to live. That is the human productive reasoning which satisfy those of you who needed to know why I was leaving.
However, as I have known, in some way, and made clearer as the distance separates me from the 20 years of life spent in another part of the world, I am reconnecting, re-energizing, re-touching my soul’s path.
This is the last time, last chance for me to do this. If I did not listen to the call, pay attention to the dreams which erupted over the past year, some part of myself would die.
I had to do this. It was my life’s imperative that I do so. Not any of you can help me.
Many of you are getting the call now. Many of you are already on the path to your new lives. None of us did this with unknowingness. We planned it this way, now. Every action, creates reaction. Law of the Universe.
Unlike the Anasazi, who disappeared a thousand years ago, and no one knows where they went, like those from Machu Picchu, you see me here, on line.
However, there may come a time when my new place is found; and, my new life arises out of the ashes of my past.
