I was bit by the travel bug long ago. I blame it on my Mom. Always dragging me along to places I had never seen, and to some that I did not want to go. The yard sales didn’t help either. I grew up restless, always looking for the next sight. My mind became jumpy, always distracted by the next cool trinket.
And I hardly say No to a good story. I blame this one on my Dad. Always supporting me in whatever endeavor, always open minded. He has a million friends, a story for everything and if not, at least a song. I grew up trying everything. I grew up trying to be friends with everybody.
I blame this trip on my parents, it’s in my blood. I’ve been so many places and met so many people that I was bound to get back on the Road. After leaving Oklahoma three years ago today, after meeting so many people along the way, I am setting out to see old friends, live new stories and see all this land had to offer.
I leave on Sunday August 4th. Too many stops to list, to many friends to name, but this is were you can meet them all and experience all 8300 miles.
It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.