Tomorrow morning I'm leaving home for awhile. For about half a month probably. It's an unexpected journey, but it's one to scratch an itch that I've had since I was a little kid, forgot for awhile, and recently felt again: The American West.
Last week I got a text from Josh, an old friend I recently reconnected with. Last month we spent a day hanging out in Ithaca, New York, and a couple weeks later we went to some rally events over beyond Wellsboro. So I was expecting to hear he wanted to do something similar to that. Instead he asked if I wanted to spend two and a half weeks driving out west. After taking a couple hours to make sure it was okay with all of my quasi-employers, I said yes.
So at sunrise tomorrow, armed with bear spray and a collection of Louis L'Amour short stories I have no intention of actually reading, we're headed for the Pacific Ocean.
From what I understand––which isn't that much––we're going to go visit some friends in Colorado, and then his sister who I've heard lives somewhere off the coast of Washington State (I'm not quite sure how that works, but it's what I've heard). From there, it's nothing more than some vague plans involving rest-stop road maps and whimsical decisions. Some national parks will definitely be involved, maybe a city or two, and––hopefully––the desert. Did I mention I've been missing the desert?
But it's really anyone's guess.
I'll be leaving my computer behind, but will still have my camera and my phone. So hopefully I'll be able to share a little of what we see along the way.
It should be a memorable couple of weeks.