In three days I will begin a journey I have thought about all my adult life. I will point my Prius south with a concept more than a plan, and travel around the edges of the United States for the next three months.
I technically "retired" from my job and career in February, but apparently the universe didn't think that passage was big enough. A few days before my retirement party, on my last day of travelling 90 minutes each way to and from HQ, my mother became ill two states away. The following two weeks leading up to her death were: infuriating (the medical establishment and the industry of aging); sad to say goodbye to a woman who led a long and enviable life, and to become an orphan; and profound in the way of what you might call a "good death," among family, in her own home, with caring palliation. (This New Yorker article tells a story so parallel to ours that it's timing and relevance stunned my siblings and me.)
So I crossed out the retirement celebration and the four weeks of readying for a three-month car trip from my calendar. Two weeks after my return home from cleaning out my mother's apartment and saying goodbye to my beloved sister and brother, I have filed the taxes, gotten the "vacation prescription overrides," changed back to summer tires, figured out that my Thermarest Mondo King fits in the back of the Prius (in case "car camping" turns literal), and I'm just about to launch into this adventure.
Maybe the only gift is a chance to inquire, to know nothing for certain. An inheritance of wonder and nothing more.
William Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highway
I have a creative project in mind, loosely. BUT...this trip needs to define itself. I have no idea what it will be like to drive 10,000 miles through 29 states. I'm working on packing light, carrying mostly an inheritance of wonder.
This blog is meant to be more travelogue than creative project. So if you'd like to follow my travels, check back now and then. Happy trails to you and me.