not enough too much
foto by smith
kind of blue. partly due to not enough sun, too much gray cold. but mostly because of moving on again. i want to be gone, but i don’t want to do the going. this will be our 48th move, our twenty-thousandth mile in the past 17 months.
every time we stop, we accumulate stuff. everytime we go, we must calculate, pack, and discard because it’s throw away, give away, store away, or carry on our backs in packs. life is more elemental when reduced to weight and size.
1st rule we learned - you have to want something a lot to carry it on your back up a hill. life would be so much less complicated if we all had to carry all our possessions on our backs. less comfortable too.
it sounds like i’m whining, and how can one whine who’s on an open-ended endless adventure traveling from country to country with the love of his life who considers him the love of hers?
well i gotta tell you, nothing’s free. for all we gain in freedom, exotic locales, and adventure, we pay in aching muscles, lost sleep, lack of home, no possessions, unknown stress. ain’t no free lunch. ain’t no free free. no matter what you do, there’s a cost there somewhere.
but being anywhere lady is is always worth the pay of playing.
part of the reward this time for me will be seeing jungle, wild parrots, Mayan temples, and sun. and maybe someday i’ll cross the equator, go on the other side.
“South of the border, down Mexico way.”
foto by smith
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