So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013
I'm home less than a week and yet I find my thoughts already turning to the wandering life. Maybe it's seeing fresh snow on the sailboat. That just doesn't look right.
There's the old saying that it's about the journey, not the destination. Most of us focus on the destination. With our modern means of rapid travel the journey has been reduced to something to get over with quickly so we can get to the good stuff. That attitude makes sense for those with more money than time.
Those of us who focus more the journey have a different attitude. The destination is almost immaterial. Ask them where they are going and you might get an answer like south, or west. My wife and I spent quite a few winters traveling in our car and living in a tent. Sometimes we'd leave a campground and have absolutely no destination in mind. We'd pick a random direction and drive. As the day wore on, we'd look for some place interesting to spend the night. Even places we absolutely loved couldn't hold us much longer than about 3 days.
The nomad life is even stronger when your vehicle has even a few more amenities. My sailboat is small, yet it easily carries everything needed for two people for at least a week. The boat is home. Even my van feels pretty homey. It goes beyond having a secure place to sleep and food to eat. I keep a small library on board. Pull the curtains closed, grab a good book, and it almost doesn't matter where we are.
While nice, it doesn't even take a vehicle to get that home in motion feel. A small backpack and the right attitude and the trail is your home.
I'm trying to be semi-nomadic and have the best of both worlds. Travel stimulates the mind. There are new people to meet and things to see. However, roots have value too. It's good to be in one place long enough to brew beer, plant and harvest a garden, and connect with friends and family.
With my winter travels cut short, my guess is that there will be a lot of shorter trips and adventures before the next big trip. A month and half trip didn't quite slake my thirst for travel.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.