I suppose even aimless journeys should have a purpose, but I'm not sure mine is the kind that can be easily explained. It's more like a soft whisper spoken against the wind where you need to squint your eyes and point your ear toward the source straining to hear the words or a warm breeze that kisses the cheek and is gone before you even had a chance to know what direction it came from. Maybe its a journey that doesn't need to be explained, just understood if anything.
Some say I'm too old to be roaming around like a teenager. Hell, they might be right. I guess sometimes I still feel like that teenager - like when you buy a jacket with "growing space" waiting for your shoulders to broaden and your chest to expand - the thing is - mine hasn't done that yet. I'm ready for a little adventure and there is no time like the present.
In the year 2001 my good friends Todd Whitaker, Kevin Goulding, and I took a trip to Acadia Maine - we bummed around, did some hiking, and explored nature and our new found freedom - when we came home all I wanted to do was be back in Acadia - to be lost for alittle bit longer...
Since 2001, I've taken a huge number of road trips with friends - The major ones include one out to Colorado and back with Todd, around the country twice with college buddies Dan and Kevin and then again with my at the time girlfriend Sarah. I moved my brother out to San Diego on the road, and out and around Nevada with my college roommates last summer. I've also driven back and forth to Florida 3 times, out to Minnesota, and South Carolina....
I love the road. I love the idea of driving and not knowing for sure where you're going to stay that night - or not knowing who you're going to meet. I'm off once again on the biggest adventure yet - a 'mostly' solo trip (MAKE PLANS TO JOIN ME AT ANYTIME) around the western hemisphere. Plans can easily change and will be made to be unmade, but currently I'm penciled in to be roaming the United States from July 18th until Thanksgiving - if my '92 Accord with 235,000 miles can handle it, huggin the Canadian border, swiring around the Pacific north west and heading around the mountain west and desert south west where I'll finally feast and celebrate over Thanksgiving in San Diego with my brother and my mom. At that point I'll then drop into Mexico and continue south. I have no idea where this will take me or where I'll end up, but I'll land on my feet again; hopefully a little wiser, a little better traveled, a little richer in a lot of ways - and a little poorer in one.
