On The Road
One of the things you encounter after a trip like ours is a slight dissociation in returning to the daily routine of your previous life. At first it’s sort of fun---long showers, popping out to the grocery store. But then time begins to slip and you find a month has gone by, then two, and then…
On the road, by contrast, every day is remembered, each one entered into the log. Being home now is like having your ship in for repairs. You sit in the pub eating and drinking yourself into oblivion. You tell long yarns about the highlights of your trip to your friends. Privately you remember the beautiful, random details of all the places you visited.
We are returning to the West again, this time by more primitive means. A rooftop tent on our Subaru wagon will be a more minimal existence. Out in the field this time, watching the wild horse herds, we’d like to just be there, in the day and in the night, feeling the rhythms of the equine desert.
