“…all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see” – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
She’s sitting by my side, my beautiful sweetheart, her feet propped up on the dash. There’s no need for the air conditioner; with the windows down, a warm breeze is flowing through the cabin, tangling her hair and whisping mine around. A peace fills the car. My left arm is out the window, poised like a spade. As I watch my hand cut through the world as it passes by I imagine this is what flying must feel like, the surroundings becoming more and more blurred as the speedometer creeps up. Suddenly, the light catches my eye, and we turn our attention towards the sun setting along the Pacific – a golden rim of yellows, oranges, and reds. We can taste the glory and smell the light. Salty, but familiar.
The dashboard is covered with maps, notes, and captured memories all of which comprise the inspiration and aspirations for this trip. Routes are marked, destinations are scribbled down, but we’ve no end in site. Our only direction and guide, is North, past the shores of San Diego, beyond the great redwoods of the Sequoia National Forest, and onto the ferry landing of Victoria where we’ll make way towards British Columbia. I hear of a great taco stand in Tofino that is just as good as the surf in the upper Pacific. We make camp beachside, brewing some tea and cooking the steaks that have been marinating since the day before. As the garlic-y herbs fill the air, we relish on the things we’ve seen and the people we’ve met up until that eve; the stories that all those eyes can tell…
The sun sets, and diamonds litter the sky. Our breath is taken away as we gaze upon the vastness of the world beyond us. For a moment, we faint into awe and gratitude, identifying with the smallest of creatures that roam the Earth. Realizing that our adventure has not yet come to a close, even though a destination has been reached, we retire to the camper and prepare for tomorrow, grateful for being alive to have seen all that has and all that will unfold before us.