Thursday 22 October 2015

Not Much To Write About

I'm not even sure what to write about this morning. The warm sun settles on my shoulder as I sit next to the window and write. The hotel is nothing special; in fact our room is on the first floor, recessed into the slope on which the property is built. The slope is steep enough that the window actually looks out at the embankment, onto a rocked and gardened grade running steeply up to the parking lot.

Katherine is busy bustling about getting our gear ready for another day on the road. She's made coffee and our morning breakfast of Swiss cheese and Proscuitto. We never seem to make it up on time for the free breakfast at these hotels. They want you out of the room early, so they end breakfast at 9:30 or 10:00 AM, long before Katherine and I get going. This morning I was up early, dressed by 10:00 AM, and even that wasn't good enough for the free, terrible food they throw onto a self serve counter, a repast which is in name only a breakfast.

Our drive yesterday was relatively uneventful, unless you count the rafter of wild turkeys we encountered at the border crossing, or the zebra we saw in a horse pen in northern Idaho. The road from Calgary into the Rockies, that thin strip of concrete pushing from the level prairie into the stern and high mountain fastness, the deepness of those rising monoliths of stone and snow, that road, those mountains, leaving me forever in awe, near speechless in their beauty. That first hour of our drive is always eventful, perhaps one of the most beautiful mountain approaches on the planet. Other than that, and perhaps the amazing, wonderful scenery along the way, there was not much of event to account for the day.

I suspect the highlight of the day was the mere doing of it, the transfer from home to road, from stationary to moving, from idle to travel. The adventure of the road forever calls, forever beckons me. It's not enough to see new places; old places are equally demanding in their insistence that I come.

I suspect today will present a similar problem. We will see amazing scenery. We will visit interesting and unusual places. We will gaze upon familiar and unfamiliar places. Then, tomorrow, I won't have much to write about either.

2 comments:

  1. It would be nice if you could post pictures on your blog. :)

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  2. We too saw about 30 wild turkeys today...but we're close to the city and not on the road. I think it's great that we can both notice the small things in life and appreciate them...even though we're struggling with this big disease!

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