Giacometti and the electric car

Looking at Giacometti's stuff again after not looking at it for some time I see that Giacometti's portraits flatter their subjects while his sculpture deflates them.

I can't look at Giacomett's sculptures without thinking of the story of his leaving Paris in the early 1940s when the Germans were invading and how he carried off all his possessions in a small knapsack. The knapsack holds everything I admire about Paris: the first time I was there I could feel the pain of Paris the moment I started walking the streets, but I could also feel that it was a civilized pain that includes everyone on earth. 

There was a time in my life when I had two goals: one was to outlive my father, to live longer than he lived in terms of years (56); and one was to outlive Giacometti (65) in the same way I wished to outlive my father. I've achieved both goals.

Now what? 

I don't know, all I know is that there will be no goals involved.

Perhaps a trip across the US in my electric car, with a range of 70 miles before it needs to be re-charged. I don't think it's ever been done. I could be Charles Lindbergh, and my wife Amelia Earhart. There are more charging stations today than there were last year, and there will be more in the near future than there are now, though there's not one within a 10-mile radius of Ely, Nevada which does not bode well for the idea. 

For I've wanted for many years to visit Michael Heizer's City, a monumental art earthwork somewhere in the Nevada desert, but I don't think it would be possible with the electric car. I'd also like to see the James Turrell earthwork, Roden Crater, just outside Flagstaff, Arizona which I believe is possible as there are three electric car charging stations in Flagstaff.

The challenge is getting to Flagstaff in the first place, and without a goal. And from Flagstaff southwest to New Mexico, and then down into Texas to inspect the southern border.