Imbolc Hare Moon
Road trip. I love traveling with Kate and we’ve had many good trips already and will have many more. I also love traveling alone. Or, you might say, I just love to travel. Less so now maybe than in years past, but not by much and now that’s only so because of the strong pull home has for me. It takes some time to get past the inertia created by a place that fits my life so well.
Once I get on the road though, I’m there. I love the randomness of travel, the mistakes and the happy accidents. This is, I’m pretty sure, a direct reflection of my father’s love of just getting in the car and going somewhere. He had a traveling gene, maybe one from that blacksheep Grandpa Elmo who finally lit out for the territories. It’s no surprise that Mary’s in Singapore and Mark’s in Muhayil, Saudi Arabia.
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate the destination. I plan to descend into Carlsbad Caverns, have a wonderful workshop in Tucson, get in some hiking in the Catalina Mountains and see as much of Chaco Canyon as I can. After being reminded of its existence by Mark Odegard, I may also take a side trip to Manitou Springs, Colorado, a vestigial remnant of sixties culture stuck in the Rockies west of Colorado Springs.
But along the way I’ll have a lot of time by myself on the road. I’ll see new towns and new topography. Some things will appear that haven’t occurred to me, but that seem good at the moment. And, of course, there’s road food. Especially the tex-mex and other Mexican flavored cuisines of the southwest. Not long now.
