On the road again?

Being on the road holds a profound and irresistible appeal for me. It began when I was a toddler and ran away from home to a remote lake almost 2 miles away. Later on, that wanderlust blossomed when aged 10 ½, I traveled by train, bus and air around Europe as the prize for a school contest. 

It went on until I became hooked on hitch-hiking while in boarding school and in the military, sailed from Europe to Australia and once there, hitch-hiked 1,700 miles through the Nullabor Plain that wasn’t even paved in the early 70s… 

At that time I also managed to squeeze in my first US cross-country trip from LA, then San Francisco, Salt Lake, Chicago, New York and Montreal. Later, as I emigrated to America, in 1985 drove my family from New York to Park City and repeated that same feat in 2012.

Today, once more, I’m standing behind the wheel for a similar adventure, yet on a different road, but with the same mixture of apprehension, excitement and hunger for adventure and discovery! 

How many more times will I go on such a road trip during the rest of my life? Hard to tell, but I see this yet as another challenge that is right up my alley to verify that I’m still young enough at heart to attempt it!