Life on the Road

What is it like to be on the road?


It is hard to describe. Luckily,our friend Scott wrote us a letter before our trip began that beautifully captures the feeling of being on the road. We did not want to be the only two eyes that read this beautiful note:


So you're there, wheeling down that endless road, your destination as uncharted as your mind. Do you feel it, that small tickle in your spine, steadily growing, and quickly approaching terminal levels of sensation? It's the freedom, the freedom of the road, the freedom from life, the freedom to see and think and do what you will and want. It's a freedom that most people will never understand; so afraid are they of taking the small chances needed to reap the huge rewards available from a risky life. But you're there, taking those small chances, reaping those large rewards.


The road is a strange thing in the realm of man. Far too often it's a conduit to nothing, a stretched doorway from one repressive existence to another, when the sheer promise of its offerings are left unexplored and largely ignored. The road is the epitome of that most human need to explore, to discover, and in doing so find a semblance of meaning in the menacing world that surrounds us. I hope that you take the time to find that meaning, because it's there, among the gas stations and empty miles, in the rocks and trees, waiting for you, waiting to be found and appreciated. There is never quite so easy a place to think than along those empty miles, but even thinking isn't a strong enough a word. Contemplating, evaluating, analyzing, all are better words for the strands of subliminal reasoning that those gentle bumps provide. It's easy to lose yourself in those times, to lose the foundation upon which the actuality of life is built on, because the whole mess is just so damn romantic, in a way that a sedentary life can never approach.


Men and women have lost their minds searching for the experience they found there, so try to find your own search for that existential drug and come back to us all the better for it. Follow your thoughts more than the maps, and go look at the big ball of yarn, if only because you can. ~Scott Harris