It’s been almost 7 weeks since we left
Arizona, and over 4 months since we left our rental home in Wyoming.
What can I possibly say about what life has
been like since launching into this epic late in life adventure?
Well…
I feel like an out of control hoarder buried
under thousands of miles of landscapes, centuries of American history and
endless echoes of conversations shared with locals and fellow travelers.
I’ve woken up to -9 degrees in the parking lot
of a small casino in Wyoming, watched the sailboats skim the surface of the
Pacific Ocean on a perfect Southern California afternoon, marveled at how comfortably cool
it is at a lake in Southern Arizona, only a few miles from the Mexican border, and then the next thing I know, I’m standing on the Eastern-most coastline
of Maine looking at New Brunswick in the distance .
It’s intoxicating, invigorating, addictive,
exhausting and I want more!
I can’t take enough pictures.
I can’t ever get weary of Nashville’s Ryman
Auditorium that still resonates with the energies of the music legends who
graced Her stage.
I can’t look away from houses centuries old
or taverns where the American Revolution was surely discussed as feverishly and
violently as political issues are today.
I can’t spend enough time in Thomas Jefferson’s
home, Monticello, or the staggering number of Smithsonian buildings bursting
with a Twilight-Zone-like amount of artifacts ranging from Captain Kangaroo’s
jacket to the original Declaration of Independence and Bill of Rights.
I can’t stop the pain in my heart or the lump
in my throat as I walk through the battlefields of Gettysburg or Arlington
National Cemetery.
I can’t imagine what it was like to see Babe
Ruth point to where his next home run was going to fly, and then witness it
come true, as I gaze upon his uniform in the Cooperstown, New York Baseball
Hall of Fame.
I can’t look long enough or hear the crash of
the Atlantic Ocean too much.
I can’t hug the family and friends I’ve
visited along the way enough or tell them I love them too many times.
My brain buzzes as every emotion our
humanness blesses and curses us with is stimulated to the point of utter
exhaustion and then stretches to accommodate the overdose as I go back for
more.
And I do … go back for more
Because I Can
Love your writing and your absolute amazingness...
ReplyDeleteLove You Miss Amy. :-)
DeleteWhat an absolute pleasure to meet you & Cousin Dave on one of your journeys. I will forever enjoy reading your posts & photos.Love you both❤️
ReplyDeleteIt was a priceless visit that will be remembered forever! 😘
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