It’s 6:30 PM and I’m in bed, which is not all that uncommon for me this time of year. However, one thing that is different about tonight is that I’m bundled up in my sleeping bag inside my tent. It’s my second night of camping here in North Carolina. I’m in a place called Croatan National Forest – a land of beautiful barrier islands and quiet coastal wetlands.
I’m actually just passing through; tomorrow will be a new day in my adventure, with a new destination. I’m traveling for a couple of months, with no real final destination, other than someplace warmer than New England. That’s not to say that I don’t have plans, but I’m certainly open to new possibilities, too. You just never know what life might toss your way.
I never really imagined that I would be setting out on a road trip a few months ago, but with winter closing in, I suddenly said, “Why not?” I’ve been in a rut anyway, spinning my wheels in the mud, so with one giant heave-ho, I pushed my car out onto the open road.
So far, I’ve been taking a lot of back roads, chugging along listening to old people music on AM radio as I pass by farms, fields, and houses. The older houses are mostly small and modest – bungalows, trailers, and ranches – and the newer homes are huge and boxy, as if they’ve sprung out of the pages of some bizarre childen’s pop-up book.
I really like seeing places I’ve never been before. Today, I went for a walk through a woodland and out into a marsh, where the air smelled briny and fresh, like warm pine needles and salt water. The sun shone gleefully in a clear sky with bright rays like beams of affirmation. I felt pretty darn pleased with myself for deciding to take this trip. Ha! Take that, cold New England winter!
I’m not entirely sure what this trip has in store, but I’m excited to find out.
I left my happy home
To see what I could find out
I left my friends and folk
With the aim to clear my mind out
(From Cat Steven’s “On the Road to Find Out”)