There is always another "there." This journey will take us to our six remaining state capitals and the conclusion of our US walking project. We are now in Indianapolis; our first time here. Saturday will be Columbus, Ohio, the next week Charleston and on and on. By now there have been too many to compare. "Which is your favorite?" People ask. The question, a normal expected one that I ask others, always throws me and I mutter my way through several answers based on impulsive, random memory. I can't imagine how this would be if we were doing something important!
I - we, although Pat is less enthusiastic about this idea than I - enjoy snags, failures, getting lost, and all those things that provide color and anxiety to stories. Not at the time, mind you, but (echoing an idea from Paul Thereux that travel is glamorous only in retrospect) I realize it takes weeks or months - sometimes years - for an anxiety ridden dismal failure that pretty much screwed up my life to become funny enough to be a good story.
You see, although a redeye flight is always painful and unpleasant, it all went quite well. We landed early, we could have volunteered to be bumped and collected $400 Delta credits, our luggage showed up at the same time and the same place we did, and no drunken sales rep from Mud City climbed over the seat and tried to throttle Pat. What kind of story can you make out of that?
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