I can be a fool.

I let my imagination get the best of me.

I know I’m not man enough to see the West as those Mountain Men did 200 years ago, that is, not by automobile.

I know that there’d be moments of great loneliness. I know that often I’d ask myself, “Why do this pointless thing?”

After all, the West is known. The West is mapped. The West is crisscrossed with trails, paths, streets, roads and highways. I’d add no original thing to man’s body of knowledge.

Still… it would be something to be away from schedules and civilization and the fear that such an adventure won’t improve my future.

Maybe I don’t need the West for such a state of mind though. Maybe I just need to let go… but of what, dammit?

Regardless, wanderlust is building.