I am incapable of making a sensible decision. Not too long ago I was stirred up and couldn’t wait to go to England and Ireland. Then I hear from a friend and I want to go to Texas and New Mexico.
(From atop Mt. Sandria, New Mexico)
Next as I am walking around with my bride and talking of the fun times we had on the AT hike, I want to go back. Shoot, can you do it all? I certainly want to.
I have a friend who is married to a beautiful sweet lady from England. Maybe they could go with us and show us the sights. Driving on the left side of the road scares me to death. I was in England once and some of them drive as crazy as Americans. ‘Twould Be nice to go with someone.
(Buddy & Di before summiting Sandia)
(Migration paths, Black is over Missouri, Red is the small migration line over Gaddis Pond)
Anyway, I really think when I was small that I got vaccinated with a travel bug. I have mentioned here before that I loved Frankie Lane singing ‘My Heart Goes where The Wild Goose Goes’. When my dad was the Pastor of a church in Albemarle, NC, he took us to the the Gaddis Geese Pond, during the migration. I asked Daddy where they came from he said, ‘way up north in Canada!’
“Where are they going?”
“I don’t rightly know, some go to Florida, some to Texas, Mexico. I have heard that some even go to South America.” That set my young heart a thumping, I wanted to do that. Like Frankie Lane.
Now honestly 100’s of geese are at Gaddis’s Pond but a few years ago we were traveling out of Illinois into Missouri and I kept seeing strange movement and colors in the sky.
(Millions of geese starting the migration)
I stopped the car and got out. High in the sky, higher than I had ever seen a bird fly were millions of geese in migration. Small V’s made Bigger V’s which made Bigger V’s until I realized they were all actually flying in a GIANT V. I was in awe at the sight. My mind wandered back to my childhood. Travel! YES,I am traveling now, but would I ever be able to follow the wild goose?
Lucky me, I married a girl who also has caught the travel bug.
Funny as we walk around the RV park we see people in tents. We laugh thinking how we have been happy, in tents, vans, trailers, beautiful homes (with all the amenities we could want, one with a heated indoor pool.) All of our houses were paid for after the first one. Yet we were just as happy in our first tent.
Happiness is a state of mind, but I think I am supposed to be GOING to stay in that state.(LOL)
Thanks for reading this dribble (drivel?).
PS: I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
1961 Ford Econoline