Time to take a little drive

Spring has come on the calendar, but as I write this, I am watching a snow storm swirl in Eastern Oregon. I plan to pack up and head out in my trustworthy Subaru tomorrow. Just shy of a decade ago, I took my first cross country camping trip. It took me over three months and over 12k miles. Since I don’t have that luxury of time and I do have the desire to stay married, I will not be going at such a leisurely pace. That said, I am in search of that which I have not seen and maybe a revisit to that which still lingers in my mind. Want join me? Well, you can’t. But you can follow along as I share this adventure, because that’s what life should include: love and adventure! Oh, and some pie… there’s always got to be pie!

Something is Calling Me

Something is calling to me from the corners of fields, where the leftover fence wire suns its loosen coils, and stones thrown out of the furrow sleep in the warm litters  

…from Ted Kooser, In the Corners of the Fields

Ted Kooser, Iowa native and poet, takes me to the fields of the Midwest and calls to me. That happens to those with an adventuresome spirit. The spirit that cannot contain the mind with practical matters – like saving for retirement – when adventure raises its beckoning voice. It happened last month when we undertook the challenge of RAGBRAI and rode our way – on a tandem no less – from Onawa on the bank of the Missouri River to Davenport, Iowa, on the edge of the Mississippi – the only spot on the mighty Mississippi that flows east to west. (Put that nugget in your trivia vault.)