I've long prided myself on being a lone wolf, waiting for noone to take me to that broadway show or to the new restaurant's opening. When I wanted to experience new scenery or culture, I always just left. Rather than accepting excuses, from others or myself, to not wander, I laced up my boots and went & saw & felt. The freedom to go when and where I chose had been one of the greatest gifts I'd given myself. As liberating as the open road still feels, my wolf pack has definitely changed. Honestly, my memories of certain adventures are seriously lacking now. I always remembered rolling around the bend and seeing the familiar majesty of the Rockies as I barreled on to explore Glacier National Park as one of the most invigorating and strangely soothing feelings of my life. I remember turning off my radio to hear what I was seeing and the taste of that cider I'd bought at a stand on the side of the road as being so crisp and lovely. Here's the thing with evolving and finding someone who excites your soul the same way solo travel used to: all these memories would be better if they were shared. So, while choosing not to do big trips as to help flatten the curve, I'm left to build the wanderlust wishlist for sometime in the future. I want to go back. I want to wander the canyons and painted rocks in Southern Utah. I want to take 66 and stop at the pitstops along the way. I want to venture deeper into this National Park and watch whales off Puget Sound again. I want to re-write my memories and paint new pictures.
Comments are closed.
|
Archives
May 2020
Categories |