Wednesday, August 20, 2014

57 Hours

     In just under fifty-seven hours Odie and I begin our odyssey, and today it seemed to be raining questions as I was asked numerous times about our agenda, where we plan on being each day, where we're going to camp each night, etc...  But there's really not much in the way of details to share.  This trip is, after all, more conceptual in nature than anything even vaguely resembling a well planned vacation.  

     "We're going to head toward Flagstaff the first day, camp overnight with my friend's brother and parents, then head out the next morning and see where we end up...probably toward Moab, UT but who knows," I shared with a neighbor after work in answer to her question.

     "Really?" she said, unable it seemed to completely mask her surprise that a seemingly rational fella like myself would do something so...foolish?

     "Yup," I replied, "Gonna let fate have her way with us and see what shows up."

     Perhaps Odie and I should be more concerned with our lack of defined parameters for "The Thing," but the idea of getting 'lost' out in the vastness that this country has always offered to the human race is the very thing I most hope to encounter, if only for awhile.  There's infinite possibility just around the next bend as long as one is willing to go and find it, and really, doesn't one have to become lost before they can be found? 

      A few days ago I posted the following quote (author unknown) on my Facebook page:

     "Attitude is the difference between an ordeal and an adventure."

     And so it goes...

Newton

     

     

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