Eight short miles across New Mexico’s crumbly geography got me to a road, a paved road. Once in town I splurged and took advantage of the notoriously cheap hotels and paid for a room. I know, blasphemy! There were so many bushes to sleep in.I’d like to comment a tad more regarding yesterdays’ scribblings. Pull up your chairs and remember…Remember! Remember our history. Remember the history of cowboys, trappers, and miners. Those folks who made and lived a past we romanticize today. Did they work a full year, in cubicles, saving for 401K’s? Did they burden themselves with possessions? Of course not! Yesterday’s heroic figures worked as long as they needed to – to build a grubstake of savings and then to wander the majestic lands of America. You think my wanderlust is some hippy bs? My friend, you have grown cold to reality if you think that, and all I’m doing is living – all I’m doing is the same our ancestors did. I’m living more parallel to your historic heroes, yet I’m the bum?Obviously I’m out of control. I’m in town…excuses, excuses. Like a voice crying out form the wilderness I whisper…shhhhh….
- Starting Location: planning the next hike already
- Destination: more ramblings