Its that time, a perfect summer in Oregon, I gotta get out there and see it, feel it. My mother, nature calls me. Cool lakes and rivers to float in, mountains shining at me and ancient trees whispering. There is a wisdom to breathe in if i can just let go, unplug, open up, say yes.
Our 1970 ford club wagon is loaded with supplies. There’s beds, a little wooden kitchen, good music, a canoe.
Take me American highway, your wild, beautiful and sometimes scary but I love it. I’ll follow you, no plan – help me to be in the moment, remind me how to live- to keep traveling well down the path of time, open to see what comes.