Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
note to self: never lose that lust for life
Drew longboarding down Route 163 towards Monument Valley in Utah.
Badwater Basin in Death Valley, the lowest point in North America.
Dreary Weather on Deer Mountain
Got back from my trip today and posted my photos on Flickr.
Running on empty
What chance, gas station mirage
But still slept roadside
Strolled through Jack’s alley
Had no new revelations
Just knew all was fine
Walked the bridge and bay
Hopped the trolleys until dusk
Street singing Otis
Yosemite closed
We made San Fran restlessly
Spent our nights in slums
Stagg’ring through sand dunes
Whispers amplify on air
No snake socials found
Sleet soaked desert trails
Long hikes with no money spent
Nirvana hunting
Navajo tacos
Made us run through the Forrest
Camped at the Canyon
