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TALES FROM THE 5 OCTOBER 2018 An Ode to a Great Road
From the quiet seaside town of Blaine, Washington, through the winding hills surrounding Shasta Lake, and down to the bustling San Diego-Tijuana sprawl, Interstate 5 is many things to many people. Freight, families, rock stars, and dreamers course though this artery every moment of every day. To some, it’s just a road or a way home. For my grandfather, the I-5 was an office, a livelihood, and at times, an adversary. My dad still remembers riding down the grapevine as a child. His father was a trucker based out of Medford, Oregon, who’d frequently make the run to Los Angeles. My dad got to tag along in the passenger’s seat. After hours spent on the vast flatland of the central valley, something would change in my grandfather. He’d grow tense as the Tehachapi Mountains loomed. My granddad would run through all the safety checks before they went through the infamous pass. And it was a good thing, too. Back then, the grapevine was even more deadly than it is today, with fewer safety ramps and fewer lanes to go around. From those harrowing early trips, the I-5 would remain an ever-present part of my family’s history. I’ve lived in three states, but never further than a few hours from the I-5. My grandfather and uncle drove professionally, transporting goods up and down it’s arching spine. My father shuttled two busloads of folks a day from Corvallis to Portland on that rainy, congested roadway. That freeway carried my sister 1000 miles to and from college and gave me a taste of what it meant to be on the open road.
I find it fitting that I now spend my days defending those like my grandfather who share a working relationship with the 5. Through the serendipitous events that led me to practice traffic law in the central valley, I get to talk to folks every day who have a connection to this singular freeway. They’ve seen both its beauty and its perils, and they know that it is far from being “just a road.” At the time of writing, I’m about to head to a funeral. A dear aunt just passed away up north, and I’ll be making the journey to pay my respects. I’m flying this trip, but in years past, it was the I-5 that brought my family together.
I’ve lived in three states, but never further than a few hours from the 5.”
Here’s to all the roads that connect us to one another,
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