Potential (for) travel
Maybe this means I’m part of the “middle class”: instead of hunting and gathering to exist, I can spend time planning vacations. Whether or not the travel plans ever materialize, I can spend hours checking out routing, wandering the virtual roads in Street View, drawing up budgets based on nothing more than the ideal information provided by carriers and destination guides. A world without hunger, or sickness. Utopia.
This afternoon, I did the “What if we went to the Rock?” In my world, that means a New Found Land, lying hours away from my normal haunts. A boat ride. For a planner, the fun starts with a simple reality. There’s more than one way to get from Point A to Point B, and if the plan is accurate, no need to backtrack. Think of finding your way through a maze.
The trip would begin with a ride to the ferry terminal. A whole day away, but I know how to get there. Once on the boat, I could have the option of a bed (a bed on a boat! Cool!), and we’d arrive just in time to find another place to sleep. Can you camp on the Rock? More research needed. Do I need to buy moose repellant? To be learned.
We could wander up and down the byways of the capital, watching for the Doyle family, or places they’ve been. I know, they’re TV characters, but every trip needs a seed. Once we’d worn out our welcome, we could hit the open highway, off to see nature from the perspective of a newcomer to the land. Fitting, in a New Found Land. And then, a different boat ride and we’d be back where we started.
