i am leaving at some point this morning for another epic adventure. this time - rather then explore the nation of ham or shem or the other one --- i am going to drive across my own country.

FACING WEST FROM CALIFORNIA'S SHORES
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
FACING west from California's shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled;
For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero,
From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands,
Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd,
Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous,
(But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?)

we read that poem in first year - and tho the poem speaks of california --- the same can be said for bc as well --- we have a need to push as far as we can go...
so to the pacific i will head: through the north, the prairies, and the mountains...
who knows what will happen