Not too long ago, I was on a road trip/camping trip out west and met a man and his wife while boondocking in the desert. We chatted around his campfire a bit over a cup of coffee discussing various rigs, the desert and other places we’d been and general small talk, just getting to know a little about each other.
As the night was winding down, he asked me where I was going next.
I replied,
“I don’t really know; I have no definite plans.”
He looked at me with a somewhat puzzled look and said,
“My wife and I are fairly new at this van life thing, but how can you live, not knowing where you’re going to go next?” “So you just coddiwomple around the country, he asked.”
I said, “I guess you could say that.” *
* This was a term I had not heard much, but it fits, I suppose.
“That’s what I like most about van life, I said, I thoroughly enjoy being totally free.”
He says,
“But aren’t you afraid of doing it all alone, I’m not sure I could handle not knowing where I’m going to be all the time.”
I replied,
“That’s the beauty of it, when there’s no destination, you’re never late and you’re never lost, you’re always exactly where you need to be.
I just prioritize the journey, like right now for example, I could follow the freeways to get someplace, but I would miss out on the experience of traveling those beautiful back-country roads out there.”
“You can’t wait for the adventure, you gotta go find it; It’s everywhere and find it I shall.”
The journey is the destination…
Enjoy the pleasure of getting lost…
