August is over. September. October. Cold. I can not be here for November. It starts raining in September. When I left in 2007 it was raining constantly all the way to San Francisco for my birthday. So I need to be gone by my birthday or leave after my dentist appointment the day after my birthday.
Do I have plans for the winter?
I have a departure date. Other than that, not really.
I was having breakfast with an old friend and he asked me a legitimate question. “So, Lonn, now that you’ve gotten rid of all your stuff and have the simple life, how does it feel?”
I told him “right now, it feels terrifying.” I am at a jumping off point.
So now that I have a departure date, how do I answer this question “do you have plans for the winter?”
Yes! I am going south.
What will you do?
The same thing I am doing now, only in the sun surrounded by bikinis.
I am a vagabond, with no visible means of support. I have amazing friends, but one must provide for oneself in the long run. I know I can leverage couch surfing, airbnb, state parks, and bridges, but I can not plan it all ahead so this leaves a huge mystery. A mystery story tellers, the media, and a lot of my friends want to backdrop with fear. There is no security in stepping off an aircraft with just a backpack.
But I trust the rewards are worth it. They always have been. I have never gone for a walk around the block, let alone a drive all the way around Nevada, without learning or realizing or finding gratitude for something.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.” The Complete Travel Writings of Mark Twain: The Innocents Abroad + Roughing It + A Tramp Abroad + Following the Equator + Some Rambling Notes of an Idle Excursion
Do you have plans for the winter? Do they include travel? Why? Leave a comment below.