Not all who wander are lost.

Or so says the bumper sticker;

It turns out in the week since we were last together, I’ve done a fair amount of both.

I hauled ass out of Illinois only to get caught of the tractor beam that was the Bonne Terre lead mine. Being that I apparently have a bit of a penchant for giant holes in the earth, I took the tour, and stayed the night there in town, after eating about five pounds of heart disease for dinner.

From Bonne Terre, I wove my way to the million and a half acres of Mark Twain National Forest, where I inadvertently fell completely off the grid for two days. Finally emerging from those woods, I made the half-day drive to the Ozark National Forest, where I spent another couple days, before making my way to Fayetteville, where I find myself currently. Luckily between finding a river outfitter in Ponca, Arkansas and being offered the kindness of my newest internet friend Quinn and his family, who kindly let me post up at the home for a spell, and use their internets for a couple evenings, thereby allowing me to hammer out today’s post.

In response to the perspective I shared last Tuesday when admittedly I was feeling especially tattered, I appreciate the support folks have offered. The foundation of this entire trip is more complex than I can describe here on this site, and has left me making a nearly bigger batch of lemonade than ever before in my life. Emotionally, obviously some days are better than others, but comparatively to any days spent at work, these days are better than them all.

So ifin anyone has a care, and back to the meat of AHTBM’s daily bread, this is what the week has looked like;

Though the essence of the bumper sticker wisdom is mostly relatable, given all of the emotional highs and lows that this week has held, I find that I’m more drawn to the words of Henry David Thoreau who once said, “not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.”

If Thoreau’s perspective is true, at this point I should begin to understand myself weeks ago.

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9 Responses to “Not all who wander are lost.”

  1. Keith August 20, 2019 at 7:21 am #

    Nice to meet you yesterday. Glad you’re getting to see some nice country in our little corner of Arkansas.

  2. Momsue August 20, 2019 at 8:45 am #

    What a process! What a life changing, life affirming adventure! The memories, both good and bad, will be with you forever. ❤️

  3. EQ August 20, 2019 at 9:39 am #

    Thoreau nailed it. Thanks for the post card. xo

  4. spokejunky August 20, 2019 at 12:15 pm #

    Welcome to the old forest. Keep coming east so y’all can see the Cherokee and Pisgah Forests. Lots of stuff happening that way in September.

  5. mattz August 20, 2019 at 2:18 pm #

    I commend you for getting the side of pie

  6. Chilly Willy August 21, 2019 at 8:24 am #

    Dude – NW Arkansas! I’m going to be arriving there tomorrow myself. I don’t imagine I’ll actually run into you, but if I do it would be cool.
    Looks like you’re having some awesome experiences. Keep it up.

  7. theresa August 22, 2019 at 10:25 am #

    Stevil, if ur still heading east Kachusha, Chuey lives in west Philly. He too could use Westerly love

  8. tsp August 25, 2019 at 8:06 am #

    “You look at where you’re going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you’ve been and a pattern seems to emerge.”
    ― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

  9. JP August 25, 2019 at 1:31 pm #

    Visually, that is a damned fine week. Hope you are holding up auditorily and olfactorily as well, man.