I come from a long lineage of restlessness. Imbedded somewhere deep in the DNA coursing through my veins is my need to do or see something new, either when the mundane becomes intolerable, the amazing becomes the norm, or simply when a certain curvy red line in a distant state, jumping off my atlas, becomes a seduction that I just can’t resist. The seduction I can’t resist anymore is Alaska. The seduction lies not merely with the destination but the odyssey. I am an eager captive to the adventure. To the exploration and discovery of places I have not been and people I have not met. I am absorbed by the ride. Putting pen to paper to squeeze out the ramblings of my mind completes the caper. I’m going to Alaska.
Has my life been one giant adventure after another? No. My life has been wrought with the insipid routines of responsibility, but interspersed with dreams and the attempts to reach them. Specifically in the last eight years or so, I have explored and embraced my “Tookish” side more fully and I don’t intend to leave my life with unfinished business. I am going to be intentional about my choices.
I’m running asphalt solo across the U.S. and Canada, there and back again. An itinerant soul with a month off to feed. I’m going to inhale. Bask in the glory and lounge in the moment.
I intend to foist my excursionistic itinerary of my episodic quest upon you through daily scripture, internet connectivity allowing. I do hope you indulge.
Ride, Eat, Write, Repeat.
With truth in my heart, music in my mind, passion in my eyes, fire runnin thru my veins, and a throttle in my hand, give me miles and miles of freedom.
For Thursday, my ship is Outward Bound.
