Road Trip! Glenn has left the ranch and driving across the Mountain West with the family

The Beck family decided to end their time at the ranch early this Christmas, and are closing out 2014 with a drive through the mountain West. Glenn took to Facebook to seek advice on where to go, and has been sharing updates and photos from the road.

12/28:

NEED YOUR HELP. We Are leaving the ranch early. Decided to take a car home but we are going way out of our way and see places we have never been.

We want to stop in Reno, Carson city or Lake Tahoe. Any suggestions of what to do, see or stay? Then we want to see the sequoias. Again suggestions of where to stay and where to go?

Final night either Bryce canon or the north ridge of the Grand Canyon.

12/29:

Just stopped in Malad City at Allen's Drug store. Picked up their world famous Daniel's Croup and Cold Ointment. They've been making it since the 1920's and say it's better than Vicks. We'll let you know!

12/29:

On our way today to Nevada and the to the sequoias.

We borrowed Rascal Flats tour bus. Front window on the highway after an hour delay from a 15 car pile up.

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Raphe walking the dogs in the salt flats.

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Tania and the kids sitting in my favorite car! My truck from the ranch.

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12/30 (early morning):

We just arrived at our hotel in western Nevada, we are staying at an old hotel who's staff leaves around 8pm. It is 1am. Our keys were taped to the front desk with a note.

Crazy great!

To live in a town where you can trust what is happening. I think this is a good sign on the people. We thought maybe everyone might be like this, when the guys who need to travel with the family pulled in to the parking lot on the other side of the hotel. As one of them stepped out of the car, in the pitch black they heard a voice calmly say, " can I help you?" At first they didn't know where the voice was coming from until they saw through the screen door of a little cabin white socks. There behind the door was a man in white socks and apparently little else.

He scolded them for coming in so late, because they woke his wife and she wasn't happy. They apologized and he demanded names and who they were with that would come in so late. It ended nicely. We all felt badly.

After we got the bis unloaded and before we parted for the night, I told them they should have said they were with Obama and that the president just wanted to play though on the local golf course. But they were actually with the irs and "can we get your name sir." .

My guys are far to professional to have done that. But I am not. .

Interested to see if this is a town that hates me or loves me. We find very little in between except those who just don't know me like most non news hound style people,

When we leave this town for the next we will fill you in on the details.

Until then -- from high up in the mountain tops in a strange new land that time has passed by... Good night America.

12/30 (night):

We are just leaving Lake Tahoe. Met some great people. Tara at the powder house and had lunch at one of my new favorite Latin restaurants ever. I would open this franchise! Azul!"

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We we're waited on one of the best people! Kristina was waiting in this tight place and it was crazy. She was so kind and caring.

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I asked her how she kept her attitude. She told me ' I like people and want to be here. Perfect!

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12/30 night cont:

Not many would take their kids into the saloon to see the world famous 'suicide table' but heck, 'you only live once.'

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Us in Virginia city where we stayed at gold hill hotel as recommended by many here on my Facebook page. Thanks!

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This is why I always feel at home: our first glimpse of the Pacific Ocean! With my dog at my feet.

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12/31:

Spent the afternoon at the Hearst castle. Need to talk with Orson Welles daughter about what she remembers her father saying about citizen cane. My tour guide answered all my questions, not sure if Welles will agree,

Now we are on the bus again watching the man in the moon on the blaze and now on the cooking channel ----the donut challenge.

Btw when did cnn decide that it was okay to become a disgusting porn channel. God help us all when Kathy describes the ball drop. Shameful. I can laugh at crude jokes. This isn't smart, clever or funny. Just crude and makes Anderson, who is a friend, into a joke.

Back to the donut challenge!

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Just getting ready to get back on the road after a great breakfast at the black bear diner. Next stop AZ!

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Our bus driver all ready to go. We have seen ever terrain except desert. Headed for it now. Happy New Year!

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With the Mohave desert out side, we are playing a great game!

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Just leaving Las Cruces where we stayed the night due to weather. We all can't wait to be in our own bed.

The two kids have started on the cot or pull out couch every night but end up sleeping with us by the AM.

I will miss that someday...just not today:)

Tania and I have our anniversary next week. I don't think either of us are going to be ready for a trip.

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Just about an hour out of El Paso and We are being stopped and boarded to see if everyone on the bus is an American. If we answer no, will we get something special? Maybe they will pay for the rest of our trip home as long as it is in the us.

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Carter Page, a former advisor to Donald Trump's 2016 presidential campaign, found himself at the center of the Russia probe and had his reputation and career destroyed by what we now know were lies from our own intelligence system and the media.

On the TV show Thursday, Page joined Glenn Beck to speak out about how he became the subject of illegal electronic surveillance by the FBI for more than two years, and revealed the extent of the corruption that has infiltrated our legal systems and our country as a whole.

"To me, the bigger issue is how much damage this has done to our country," Page told Glenn. "I've been very patient in trying to ... find help with finding solutions and correcting this terrible thing which has happened to our country, our judicial system, DOJ, FBI -- these once-great institutions. And my bigger concern is the fact that, although we keep taking these steps forward in terms of these important findings, it really remains the tip of the iceberg."

Page was referencing the report by Justice Department Inspector General Michael Horowitz, which revealed that the FBI made "at least 17 significant errors or omissions" in its Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA) applications for warrants to spy on Page, a U.S. citizen.

"I think this needs to be attacked from all angles," Glenn said. "The one angle I'm interested in from you is, please tell me you have the biggest badass attorneys that are hungry, starving, maybe are a little low to pay their Mercedes payments right now, and are just gearing up to come after the government and the media. Are they?"

I can confirm that that is the case," Page replied.

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On Wednesday's TV show, Glenn Beck sat down with radio show host, author, political commentator, and film critic, Michael Medved.

Michael had an interesting prediction for the 2020 election outcome: a brokered convention by the DNC will usher in former First Lady Michelle Obama to run against President Donald Trump.

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On Thursday's "Glenn Beck Radio Program," BlazeTV's White House correspondent Jon Miller described the current situation in Virginia after Gov. Ralph Northam (D) declared a state of emergency and banned people carrying guns at Capitol Square just days before a pro-Second-Amendment rally scheduled on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

Jon told Glenn that Gov. Northam and the Virginia Legislature are "trying to deprive the people of their Second Amendment rights" but the citizens of Virginia are "rising up" to defend their constitutional rights.

"I do think this is the flashpoint," Jon said. "They [Virginia lawmakers] are saying, 'You cannot exercise your rights ... and instead of trying to de-escalate the situation, we are putting pressure. We're trying to escalate it and we're trying to enrage the citizenry even more'."

Glenn noted how Gov. Northam initially blamed the threat of violence from Antifa for his decision to ban weapons but quickly changed his narrative to blame "white supremacists" to vilify the people who are standing up for the Second Amendment and the Constitution.

"What he's doing is, he's making all all the law-abiding citizens of Virginia into white supremacists," Glenn said.

"Sadly, that's exactly right," Jon replied. "And I think he knows exactly what he's doing."

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Ryan: Trump Louisiana Finale

Photo by Jim Dale

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

At the end of Trump rallies, I would throw on my Carhartt jacket, sneak out of the press area, then blend in with everyone as they left, filing out through swinging doors.

Often, someone held the door open for me. Just 30 minutes earlier, the same person had most likely had most likely hissed at me for being a journalist. And now they were Sunday smiles and "Oh, yes, thank you, sir" like some redneck concierge.

People flooded out of the arena with the stupidity of a fire drill mishap, desperate to survive.

The air smacked you as soon as you crossed the threshold, back into Louisiana. And the lawn was a wasteland of camping chairs and coolers and shopping bags and to-go containers and soda cans and articles of clothing and even a few tents.

In Monroe, in the dark, the Trump supporters bobbled over mounds of waste like elephants trying to tiptoe. And the trash was as neutral to them as concrete or grass. They plodded over it because it, an object, had somehow gotten in their way.

It did not matter that they were responsible for this wreckage.Out in the sharp-edged moonlight, rally-goers hooted and yapped and boogied and danced, and the bbq food truck was all smoke and paper plates.

They were even more pumped than they had been before the rally, like 6,000 eight year olds who'd been chugging Mountain Dew for hours. Which made Donald Trump the father, the trooper, God of the Underworld, Mr. Elite, Sheriff on high horse, the AR-15 sticker of the family.

Ritualistic mayhem, all at once. And, there in Louisiana, Trump's supporters had gotten a taste of it. They were all so happy. It bordered on rage.

Still, I could not imagine their view of America. Worse, after a day of strange hostilities, I did not care.

My highest priority, my job as a reporter, was to care. To understand them and the world that they inhabit. But I did not give a damn and I never wanted to come back.

Worst of all, I would be back. In less than a week.

Was this how dogs felt on the 4th of July? Hunched in a corner while everyone else gets drunk and launches wailing light into the sky? configurations of blue and red and white.

It was 10:00 p.m. and we'd been traveling since 11:00 a.m., and we still had 5 hours to go and all I wanted was a home, my home, any home, just not here, in the cold sweat of this nowhere. Grey-mangled sky. No evidence of planes or satellites or any proof of modern-day. Just century-old bridges that trains shuffled over one clack at a time.

And casinos, all spangles and neon like the 1960s in Las Vegas. Kitchy and dumb, too tacky for lighthearted gambling. And only in the nicer cities, like Shreveport, which is not nice at all.

And swamp. Black water that rarely shimmered. Inhabited by gadflies and leeches and not one single fish that was pretty.

Full of alligators, and other killing types. The storks gnawing on frogs, the vultures never hungry. The coyotes with nobody to stop them and so much land to themselves. The roaches in the wild, like tiny wildebeests.

Then, the occasional deer carcass on the side of the road, eyes splayed as if distracted, tongue out, relaxed but empty. The diseased willows like skeletons in hairnets. The owls that never quit staring. A million facets of wilderness that would outlive us all.

Because Nature has poise. It thrives and is original.

Because silence is impossible. Even in an anechoic chamber, perfectly soundproofed, you can hear your own heartbeat, steady as a drum. A never-ending war.

I put "Headache" by Grouper on repeat as we glided west. We were deadlocked to asphalt, rubber over tarface.

And I thought about lines from a Rita Dove poem titled "I have been a stranger in a strange land"

He was off cataloging the universe, probably,
pretending he could organize
what was clearly someone else's chaos.

Wasn't that exactly what I was doing? Looking for an impossible answer, examining every single accident, eager for meaning? telling myself, "If it happens and matters the next year, in America, I want to be there, or to know what it means. I owe it to whoever cares to listen."

Humans are collectors and I had gone overboard.

Because maybe this wasn't even my home. These landmarks, what did they mean? Was I obvious here? When I smiled, did I trick them into believing that I felt some vague sense of approval? Or did my expressions betray me?

Out in all that garbage-streaked emptiness — despite the occasional burst of passing halogen — I couldn't tell if everything we encountered was haunted or just old, derelict, broken, useless. One never-ending landfill.

Around those parts, they'd made everything into junk. Homes. Roads. Glass. Nature. Life itself, they made into junk.

I cringed as we passed yet another deer carcass mounded on the side of the road.

As written in Job 35:11,

Who teaches us more than the beasts of the earth and makes us wiser than the birds in the sky?

Nobody. Look at nature and you feel something powerful. Look at an animal, in all of its untamable majesty, and you capture a deep love, all swept up in the power of creation. But, here, all I saw were poor creatures who people had slammed into and kept driving. Driving to where? For what reason? What exactly was so important that they left a trail of dead animals behind them?

So I crossed myself dolorously and said an "Our Father" and recited a stanza from Charles Bukowski's "The Laughing Heart"

you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.

Out here, nothing but darkness. Needing some light, by God. Give me something better than a Moon that hides like an underfed coward.

Jade told me about some of the more traumatic things she'd seen while working at the State Fair.

"Bro, they pull roaches out of the iced lemonade jugs and act like nothing happened."

"All right but what about the corn dogs?"

"You do not want to know, little bro."

She looked around in the quiet. "Back in the day, the Louisiana Congress refused to raise the drinking age from 18 to 21," she said. "They didn't want to lose all that drunk gambler money. So the federal government cut off funding to highways."

We glided through moon-pale landscape for an hour before I realized what she had meant. That there weren't any light poles or billboards along the road. Nothing to guide us or distract us. Just us, alone. And it felt like outer space had collapsed, swallowed us like jellybeans.

Like two teenagers playing a prank on the universe.

In the cozy Subaru Crosstrek, in the old wild night, brimming with the uncertainty of life and the nonchalance of failure, we paraded ourselves back to Dallas. Alive in the river silence that follows us everywhere.

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