The Windmill Posts
The Long Way Home to Myself
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“Until death it is all life” Cervantes / Don Quixote I understand that quote to be along the lines of “Carpe Diem,” but in less of an empowering entitled white people in an expensive school sort of way. And to be honest I don’t like that movie because the vast majority of those kids are…
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Camping tonight I’ve got 4G, will try and post something tonight if I can. It is kind of neat to be writing next to the fire. Here near to Steamboat Springs at an altitude of 6305 ft we have 85° and a really good breeze. Hope you do too.
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As I’ve mentioned, the Internet has been hit or miss, and my original intent of stopping at a coffee shop for an hour, sipping a nice Latte (please be a dear and insert the right little like above that) – well that idea has not happened. On this leg of the journey I’m focused on…
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Of all of the numbers and funny quips about farms or whatever, the thing I want to comment on every day is one thing of beauty I enjoyed. A thing of beauty. It could be those kayakers, or my art on the rain fly on my tent. But the thing that came to mind…
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My second turn I heard the familiar “bing!” of an alarm, meaning the car is not comfortable with it’s current situation. Tire pressure warning. I was going to check those anyway, it’s been a minute. Fine, I’ll stop at the huge gas/service station at 494 and France. I figured they were big enough they would…
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In keeping with the mani tradition it’s quite minimalist. Tonight I will crank up the AC or just open the balcony door and see what it’s like to sleep in colder weather. And then the next night I might crank the heat and see if I can sleep in that weather. I do have a…
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Welcome to a continuation of the tilting at windmills posts.. The goal is to post about future trips. Some of them may be a 25 mile jaunt, others may be across multiple states. Sadly, it’s not likely to be as long and as crazy as The Big Trip, but the hope is that they’re interesting…
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Don Quixote dies at the end of his journey. Steinbeck returns home exhausted and disillusioned at the state of the nation. I am ending my journey unemployed and uncertain of my future. But I’m not dead, nor am I exhausted and disillusioned. I have great memories and experiences, as well as still retaining a bit…
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Well folks, we’re getting there. Some of the signs are the scenery getting familiar, my incredibly organized suitcase packing is now chaotic, and the weather is getting colder. It feels like a mad dash to get home now, but I made myself take tonight in Iron Mountain because otherwise it would have been a soul…
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