April 18-May 23, 2013
This could become a ritual. These
“epic” cross-country jaunts to and from my dear Sequoias. Road-trips that may
very well define my decade of the ‘40s’. Hard to feel my age amidst the pure
freedom and joy that is roaming alone without a real schedule, seldom even
looking at the time or date. This time it was east to west. Back to the
divinity of the ancient Sequoia groves, away from the shallowness of the
immature concrete jungles. After a spectacular two-month long South American
saunter, I could only stay ten days in the NYC before hitting the road once
again to go cross-country. I find that nowadays I take my Big Apple in very small
slices! Bus ride to DC, quick drive across Virginia and West Virginia (very
pretty land them Virginias) and it was on with a full-on family gathering in
Louisville, Kentucky. Once on the roadways of this great land, one needs at
least a full month to do ‘The Epic’ properly - it’s odd when even a few free
weeks of rambling along feels rushed. I visited several remarkable places where
I could have stayed two or three weeks alone. Once again, coast to coast in
several symbolic snippits.
