I recently wrote about Clara Bensen’s book No Baggage. One of the things she wrote about travel struck me as particularly true.
This was the rhythm of travel–exhausting marathons of movement punctuated by surprising moments of calm where time slowed and there was nowhere to be except right here…
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.”
– Mark Twain –
Nothing I can say can improve upon Mark Twain, so I’ll leave you to contemplate.
I recently read Travels with Charley by John Steinbeck. In the early 1960s, when Steinbeck was 60, he and his dog took to the road, as the subtitle tells us, “in search of America.” I was surprised how much I enjoyed the book. It’s the story of a road trip, but it is also one man’s philosophy on travel.
This is one of the quotes I wrote down from the book:
“Perhaps we have overrated roots as a psychic need. Maybe the greater the urge, the deeper and more ancient is the need, the will, the hunger to be somewhere else.”
The end is nothing; the road is all.
I took this photo between Kingston and Hillsboro, New Mexico.