If we walk far enough,” says Dorothy, we shall come to someplace.” L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Indeed. Today is my final Ramble with Ruby before returning to my someplace, my home of homes.
I’m reluctant to give up these adventures. But give them up I must and I will. Until next time.
There will be a next time. Guaranteed.
Ahead are 539 miles, 9 hours and 13 minutes when anything can happen. It’s a route I’ve not taken before (only diverting from the map above in that I’ll leave the jog over to Hwy 299 for another day), so there’s that. But at 2 hours longer than the more direct and boring route through Winnemucca (sorry, Sonny), it also prolongs the journey.
Tomorrow I’ll do laundry, run errands, and settle into the loveseat with the Professor to catch up on the shows I’ve missed and he’s foregone in order to share them with me. I’ve missed him.
Tomorrow I’ll sit down and begin rewriting my story after astute input from Tim Cahill and my very talented, very supportive colleagues. If you’re so inclined, selecting Rambles with Ruby in the sidebar is where you’ll find relevant posts, make sense of my reference above to Sonny. Or wait for the book.
But today. Today I’m still unfettered. Still free to think every think I can think.
So I’ll roll down the windows to smell the sagebrush and feel the hot, last days of summer across the Great Basin. On my way to someplace. On my way home.
Dispatches From Out West 