“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -j.kerouac

This summer has turned into another season of ventures. Some planned for awhile, some quickly decided upon.

I spent last week in Virginia taking in mountain culture and the beauty of that state.
Thinking back I am reminded of a drive through there last spring in the car with Caleb, Marcela, and Chelsea. The beauty of that morning drive from Lynchburg to D.C. And all the memories of that trip.
Our first Megabus adventure. Random benefit show in Lynchburg, eating at the White Hart Cafe, meeting up with Kelli Culpepper. The drive and conversations. Sheetz…! Shmangoes. The amazement upon discovery that Sheetz was a place and not a person. All the time in D.C. Talking over Colombia, stopping by the market, sketchy night walks and being rescued by Chris W. The snake nation gentlemen. Dropping Chelsea off at too early in the morning and asking for healing. LOBBYING. Taking Marcela on a less than grand walking tour of D.C. on a really hot day in stuffy lobbying clothes. The trip back through ATL. Night drives. Zach’s tour of ATL – Cacao, Virginia Highlands, Truly Living Well and mulberries. Leaving notes in every pocket of the Loft.
A full weekend and all the things that came from that – like a roommate.

This trip, slightly less socially justice based, was just as beautiful. Virginia as lovely as I remembered. And getting to camp after a week of decision making and packing and finishing and stress was perfect. Being near water and music and out of doors. I feel honored to be a part of it all. To see people spend time doing the thing they really love, that makes them really come alive. And to talk through life with folks, the what’s next and what’s it all about. Or just hear a lot of great old stories.
I always appreciate gatherings of young and old together. Everyone silently observing and learning from each other’s place in the scheme of it all. Places we’ve been but forgotten the simplicity of childlikeness, this place of “figuring” out life which supposedly never happens but we persist in attempting anyway, settled stories of full lives well-lived tinged with sorrow or humor or just better perspective.

And now, i’m headed West.
To a week at a dude ranch with my mom and Gramps. Trying really hard to take it seriously. HEEEEEY DUUUDE is all I can think. I’m sure it will be humorous and cheesy and beautiful and sweet time (hopefully not too heavy on life advice) with my Gramps and mom. My grandpa, bless his heart, has had a plan for all his grandkids since before we existed. I’m not sure any of us ended up the way he would have it, but I love him and all his well intended advice to pieces. Plus, it’s Colorado. So here’s to mountains, and rafting, dinner wagon rides and wildflowers and mountain air.