Road less traveled
Last Sunday I ventured out west - way out west.
After driving miles and miles on graded and ungraded dirt, rock roads, listening to good tunes and laughing with friends, it came to a time to turn around.
But the drive made me realize something.
I came to realize the true meaning and found a respect for the term "in the middle of nowhere."
All my life I used the term loosely when describing my location and travels. I think I've found what it really means last week after being far from civilization.
It was energizing and surreal.