#roadtrip
Crossing The Pass
Don’t think too badly of Wendy about being impressed by a mountain pass. Not counting plane flights, she’s never been farther east than Lake Washington.
Dielle is referring to an unknown episode of her cross country trip to Homestead. While she’s most likely exaggerating, don’t expect to get anymore details out of her.
Buffer
Gage, sweetie, Dielle’s helping you out. Her saying she gave you a buffer to make sure you’re not late isn’t implying anything.
Anything Paul and the others are saying, however…
Today: I drive from Nashville, TN to Hot Springs, AR then Wednesday, I arrive at my for now destination: Austin, TX! Nashville was a bust. I only saw one friend I wanted to see. Zero photoshoots. Ah well. You live, you learn. The people who are consistent and reliable in my life are my true hero’s (I mean this, growing up with an alcoholic parent is no joke, leaving you always wondering). Feeling like this is going to my last road trip for a long time for many reasons. There’s just so many other things I want to focus on and most of those require being in one place and tending to my roots. Honestly though, who knows? ❤️
I’ll dream of black asphalt ribbons tonight, tying up the gift-wrapped silence of rolling plains.
Clouds’ summits thunder on the horizon, echoing future dreams.
Come wind.
Come rain.
Catch me.
My circumnavigation of the USA via motorcycle is over and I’m back in NYC. Time to rest for a couple days before my next adventure as a seminarian. Check back for more reflections.