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The first first-year: 2001 — 2002
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Two children sit on a horse surrounded by scotch broom in Crescent City, California, June 1929.Photograph by Charles Martin, National Geographic
It seems this post and photo (from 2010) is getting some attention on Tumblr again.
When I look at that timestamp, this was just weeks after I left NYC. I had no idea what I was going to be facing. The miles, the sweat, the cold, the hills, the heartbreak, the agony, the loneliness.
Which is why, today, I’m so wary of photos like these. They’re a moment trapped in time. If you followed my adventures (and a lot of you reading this have) you know my story. You’ve kept up. My entire journey is much more than this photo. My life, at this point, is not because of what I have, but because of what I’ve learned.
You can whittle your possessions down to fit into your back pocket, but you better learn how to fall asleep on an overnight Greyhound bus, too.
You can own just two pair of pants, but can you figure out what to do with a seven hour layover from your bus and your train in Pittsburgh at midnight? Where will you sleep? Ever sleep in an Amtrak waiting lounge?
You can own the coolest bike and fancy made-in-America boots, but do you have the conversational skill-set to leave ALL YOUR BAGS with people you don’t know and walk 1/2 a mile to the nearest quick mart?
These photos are alluring, I know. But here I am, three years later, to tell you don’t be seduced by them. It’s not black and white, it’s not you’re a minimalist or you’re not. Stop reading the blog posts, stop LIKING the images, and spend fucking $50 on a round trip bus ticket. Be careful. Be wary. Be open. But fucking do it.
You’re learn more from that one trip than you will by spending another year “dreaming of hitting the open road.”