“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travels sake. The great affair is to move.” Robert Lewis Stevenson – Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes
There are times when running away is fun. To get away from all the grown up and expected responsibilities that label us once we pass the age of twenty-one.
For me, the need to flee is nothing new. I dream and wonder, “What if?” or “How did that come to be?” I live in a world of recurrent curiosity and dreams like the character, Walter Mitty by James Thurber. There is a desire to find the answers to the questions in my mind. My friends call me a gypsy, others say I have restless feet. Whatever it is, keeps me running if there is a possibility that I may stand still for too long. My restless heart is always in search of the beauty, wonderment and movement that life, the earth and unseen energy provides. So I flee.
A month ago I ventured west for a purpose and a need. So I loaded up my vehicle, shoved my son into the passenger seat, and before the birds could sing a song of waking, took off on interstate 70 west to I-15 south.
I drove across the plains of Kansas; past well manicured farm lands of variegated greens while animals lazily grazed the day away. Once I crossed the Colorado state line, the landscape changed to etched mountains and small rivers. The cool, fresh air revived the sluggishness that crept through my body while stirring my appetite. Lunch at Dam Brewery, 100 Little Dam St. Dillon, CO (dambrewery.com) filled our bellies and provided the charge needed to push westward.
Past sin city, (Vegas) and later into the land of gold, we made it to Victorville, CA to rest and handle some business. It wasn’t until we drove into Las Vegas that the saying, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” rang true. That part of the trip will remain sealed on my lips until death takes me away. Just know that the Las Vegas part of the trip was the funniest (once the fear of the event subsided) that I’ve experienced in the past six months.
“Not all those who wander are lost.” J.R.R. Tolkin, The Fellowship of the Ring.
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