|Andre explores sandstone "surf," frozen in time|
|Rose paying for my mistakes...|
|But we found the prize...|
Andre's smile says it all...
All good things eventually come to and end. Saturday, I'll trade Camp Klondike's fantasy for the reality of Lovely Ouray, where it's still spitting snow. Thus, emotions run amuck as my time in Eastern Utah winds down. On one hand, I'm sad to leave. On the other, I'm ready to reunite with Bobbie, take a l-o-n-g hot shower, and sprawl out in a kingsize bed in a house that doesn't rock in the wind.
Though it will be a relief to escape the confines and minor irritants that come with living in an Rv for months on end, you can damn well bet your Social Security check that I'll be chomping at the bit to leave come early October.
I've managed to dodge most of "mud season" back home (though it still snows...and will till June). Truth is, the weather hasn't been what I'd call "normal" for a typical spring in Eastern Utah. With temps running cooler and windier than normal, it made for some chilly nights (below 30 degrees) for this Arid-zona warm-blooded Mammal. It was rare to have a day without wind. Then several days of rain, followed by several days of temps approaching 90 degrees, well, I didn't get to ride the bike as much as I hoped. I know. I'd complain if you hung me with a new rope. All in all, though, I'm enjoying our Rv winter routine. We are still discovering "new dots," and enjoying a few old ones as well. As it says on my ball cap: Life Is Good.
Most travelers hit the road in search of unfamiliarity and new discoveries...you know, new territory. As for me, well, I seem to grow more attached to the "oldies," the "greatest hits, if you will. "Postcard" places with trails to re-explore on bike and boot is just fine, kinda like that old favorite song that reminds you of a long lost summer of love—holding hands and locking eyes while Frankie Valli trills "Rag Doll" on some soda fountain jukebox.
To me, wandering without the rigid confines of a set-in-stone itinerary is more a journey of self discovery and reflection than sticking with a "blueprint." And, after all, self discovery and reflection is said to be the origin of true wisdom.
I'd love to say, "I've figured everything out." But, to be honest, I'm not sure it's possible to do that nowadays. Life is not as simple as it used to be once upon a long time ago, back when "change" came in palatable bites spread over decades.
Not so much today. We now live in a dynamic and fluid world where change occurs minute to minute, if not second to second. A place where the best one can hope for is to keep up.
Time has a way of slipping away from those who must live in a frantic world (preaching to the "choir," here). One day you wake up and notice your "candle" is getting pretty short, and there are but a few grains of sand left above the hourglass's orifice. In view of my geezer predicament, my goal for the next decade (should I be so lucky to survive it) is to figure out how to slow time down without wasting one precious second.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time. ― T. S. Eliot
Peace Out, people. Time to squeeze in a few more magical miles on Klondike's maze of trails before packing up for the home run. Leave a light on for me BJ...