Running From Star to Star Until I Drop

I did some writing while I was in Colorado and Utah. Obviously, there is a lot of time for reflection when you go on a 6 day driving excursion. So, here is the first thing I put down. I was still very excited to be having the experience 3 and 4 days in and was well aware that I was loving every moment of the drive and stops. I'm not editing or changing any of this … :

I used to think I was unsatisfied and that was the reason I wanted so much change all the time. I told myself that the real reason I wanted to travel was that I had a restless heart... but I'm starting to realize something else about myself... I really love life and this world. A thought occurred to me in Yellowstone: with a place so beautiful, how could I not want to see it all? With a population so diverse how could I not want to live all over the place? With a mind so dynamic, how could I not want more education? I want to experience, know, and be as much as possible.

Bison and the Road in Yellowstone National Park

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ― Jack Kerouac

A Bit Late, But Worth the Wait

It is finally time to share my pictures from my recent travels. With these photos I really wanted to show what it is that makes these parks so special to me. When I hike, it isn't just walking around. Every step brings something new to light, even if I have walked the path a million times.

This trip took me through Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia and West Virginia. I visited Talladega National Forest, The Great Smokey Mountains National Park, and Craggy Garden on The Blue Ridge Parkway. There were a couple other places I saw, but these were the best and the ones I took pictures of. Enjoy.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road