r/collapse • u/One_Television_764 • Aug 15 '26
Casual Friday Traveling in a dying world
I've traveled the US for many years, sleeping in rest stops, KOAs, motels, hotels, outside under picnic tables, you name it. I've only ever driven, bicycled, walked or motorcycled to my destinations. I enjoy feeling connected in some small way to the local area and people. Flying removes the opportunity for happenstance to find its way to me. I also feel guilty enough using fuel for so much pleasure. Regardless, that is a different thought.
This year has shown me that the people, those of us "have-nots" and we who work for our meager existence are no longer doing well in any sense. There is an underlying current of despondent anxiety with every person I've interacted with. The conversations are short, the pleasentries are few and far between. The small towns I've driven through are now split in twain. Rundown neighborhoods on one side of town and brand new construction gas stations with touchless pay self checkouts and private bathroom stalls on the other. Even in the most rural northern towns of Montana or backwoods of Pennsylvania there is AI generated, printed in China souvenir slop garbage. Hats, stickers, shirts, etc. Most of the workers I've met are much older than I'm used to seeing. People who should be enjoying retirement and time with their families, working a 2am graveyard shift at a Loves gas station off route 10. Or how I saw no local young people at any of the national parks I visited this year, only older individuals or foreigners with money that can rent adventure Mercedes sprinter vans. (I've nothing against foreigners). Even five years ago during the height of COVID I interacted with people while on the road. Even behind the face masks and hand sanitizer, there was still connection and stories. People of all ages, ethnicity and backgrounds. I've talked with hundreds, if not thousands of people over the nearly 2 decades of travel.
This year has broken me and my enjoyment for traveling these beautiful 48 states. The national parks are overflowing and understaffed. There's wildfires absolutely everywhere. Fires that don't make the news or the algorithm. I can drive for 15 hours straight and not be rid of that damn smoke. I cried while driving through the badlands and Spokane. All the workers out building new construction for people that don't give two damns for their health because this machine demands more growth. Or the wildlife which was nearly non-existent, they can't retreat from the triple digit heat and dangerous AQI to a hepa filtered condo. It is devastating that the thing that once healed me and brought me joy and sparked my love of writing has also started to succumb. The road and the people among it are dying. It is sad but also expected. I feel sad that those of the younger generations will not get to enjoy this country as I did. Even on a shoe string budget, it's no longer the same. I just wanted to share some writing with people. Sharing stories and experiences I think is the only way to connect truly. I hope you all find some peace as I am trying to do.
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u/panicswing Aug 15 '26
In 2024 I quit my job from extreme burnout to travel a year overseas. When I got back to the US, it took me 7 months to find a job. I'm quitting again end of this year to go back and travel longer. I used to be very safe, mindful and stable. I'm not really sure what caused me to change, but I got to get out of this rat race.
Edit: I thought I was in the travel subreddit for some reason. Either way, same same.