Even 5 years in, thousands of beat-up byways under my belt, I can't believe this is my life.
There's alotta gorgeous ways to do it, a million fascinating paths to destination Nowhere. And that's where we're all going, isn't it?
But, really, I can't imagine what's better than strange new woods staring me in the face, an unfamiliar wind through the bus windows, all of the road signs foreign and reading like messages from the future, reassuring us road tramps it'll all be fine. Today we'll take Forest Road 593, and tonight we'll sleep out at its dirt-road end, dreaming rambling dreams of newness, because newness, precious unfamiliarity, is all a road tramp desires. #freedomtakesthewheel