Imbolc Hare Moon
Looking down the month toward our 24th anniversary (Monday) and the date I’m wheels 
on the road for Tucson (the 18th). 24 years with Kate and our relationship improves like fine wine, gaining more nuance and depth, more body with each passing year. This year we return to the Nicollet Island Inn for dinner, the spot from which we launched our honeymoon. As spring rolled forward in March of 1990 those three weeks in Europe were as good a beginning as the marriage itself. Next year we’ll celebrate our 25th anniversary at Mama’s Fish House on Maui.
The Tucson trip grows closer. These rolling retreats, as I like to think of alone time behind the wheel, are really just road trips. Road trips are part of the American way, peregrinatio updated for the age of the internal combustion engine.
This one of course has its focus self discovery, focus, personal deepening so it will have a more spiritual note, but it will also include my usual visits to spots of natural and historic interest. Among the possibilities are Carlsbad Caverns, the Saguaro forests, a state park or two in Arizona, the Sonoran Desert Museum, Mt. Kitt, Chaco Canyon, Joshua Tree National Park (probably not, but it’s within reach) and a second visit to the Arbor Day lodge and farm in Nebraska City, Nebraska.
