I start to think of traveling, of a journey of a few months, a there-and-back-again across the country. I'm like Bilbo and Frodo: autumn always puts me in mind of traveling. It's not time yet. At least a year away, probably more. I want to travel alone with my table, doing massage in return for a couch to sleep on and breakfast in the morning. Meeting people I've known in my cyberhood for years, but who are scattered hither and yon across the continent; and making at least one more long road trip across the North America. It's an indulgence, of course, environmentally speaking, to travel when you don't have to, but what's the point of living before peak-oil, if you don't bust loose every once in a while? Nothing I do or refrain from doing will stop the plunge. Travel of this sort may not be within the means of ordinary people very much longer.
Autumn: the autumn of the year, the autumn of my country, the autumn of my species. It's a good time for traveling.
6 comments:
Yes indeed. Go.
Fall IS a time of year for travel, you're right, as is spring. At least for this reader. It's transitional in a way that summer and winter just aren't. winter's for writing, holing up, rearranging your house. Summer's a big waste of time, but a place to look forward to fall in.
I hope you come to my city.
D and I have always traveled on our birthdays, May & February. Fall is for going to school.
I want to travel too, alone. Up the blue hills, along the beautiful rivers of my country...
Fall is the best time to visit Vermont. :)
Isn't that typical? Get your new hobbit-hole all sorted out, and then here comes wanderlust.
Ah yes, it harvest season. I can't blame you. I've the same impulse. And, well, traveling cross country is one way to work the land.
Autumn in New England can't be beat. And boy does my lower back hurt me lately. ;)
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