The lesson with any trip is to get miles behind you. We are gypsies who have the hooks of percieved comfort holding us back. So now that miles are behind me and the way becomes more clear I see that all my carefull laid plans were foolish. 389 is impassible. Will that stop me? No, I choose to go to New Brunswick and then to Nova Scotia and then New Foundland and then north. I will bypass the unplowed 389 tundra road and circumvent failure. The wolf howls in the distance and I hear his cry. The journey truly begins when the plans are cast aside. That happened within a few hours of leaving town.
Be one with the Wolf. Please don't die...
ReplyDeleteI hope the ice doesn't freeze the internet up there. I want to see what you learn. Good Luck, and come back if it gets stupid.
ReplyDeleteRide with the wind young man. I can hear your howl from my couch.
ReplyDeleteSwellesley
Meet me in North Sydney, Nova Scotia on Cape Breton Island and we will drink and sing enough to make the ferry trip to Newfoundland tolerable.
ReplyDeleteour thoughts are with you, oggo. happy trails.
ReplyDeletewe are the warm wind blowing up your ass.