I get positively giddy when I start planning a trip.
I consult my favorite piece of gear. Routes are planned out. And I daydream about what experiences I want to have on the trip.
And the night before? Everything is all packed up. I am ready to go.
And if it is a place I have not been to before? Even more exciting.
I know there will be a drive right after work.
The miles will go by on the road as I leave Colorado’s Front Range behind.
The scenery becomes more remote and isolated feeling.
I am sure some survival coffee will be consumed at a gas station on the way.
But then I’ll arrive somewhere if only for a night. A cold beer will be consumed. I’ll enjoy the chill of the night air.
I am free.
The following morning I’ll arrive at my destination.
I’ll again be in a wild place. If only for a few days.
I love planning a trip as well and imagining all the fun I will have. I also love being on a trip and spending time in nature. The lull in between the two is rough. I always feel impatient and just want to get out there.
I always feel a slight of melancholy after a good trip. The cure? Get out there again!