I traveled alone, though my fiancée, Linda, flew out to join me for a week in Sandpoint, Idaho about midway through my journey, where we camped at a beautiful Army Corps of Engineers campground on the shore of beautiful Lake Pend Orielle. I was 38 years old, then, and that was, and still is, the longest period of time I have ever spent by myself in my entire life. Better still, I had no real plans, no detailed agenda, just a bunch of good books, some money in the bank to keep me going (modestly) for a while, my Taylor guitar, and general idea of when I should start heading back home.

To be honest, had I not been in a relationship at the time, I may never have returned to mainstream life–it was that good! I call it my “catharsis tour.” I met so many interesting people, explored some of the most beautiful landscapes in the world, and I was able to unwind to the very core being of my soul.

Linda and I married after I returned to Texas and we ended up moving to to the Northwest a few years later. We have two kids now and the VW sees only light duty for cub scout camp outs long weekends. But one day—even if I have to wait until I’m 80—I’m taking the bus back out on the road again, and when I do, I won’t be coming back!

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I envy you. I look forward to reading your future posts and living vicariously though your experiences. Have fun!