The Road Is A Lover…

…you never recover. Not now or any time soon.

I just want to get in a car and drive. I might put Oklahoma on hold for a number of reasons. So maybe I’d go to Louisiana or Arkansas. I think I could do the entirety of New Mexico in three days maybe (their craptastic speed limits might be a problem, though). If I drove up to the Panhandle, I could do five states in one day, hit the Cadillac Ranch as I’ve wanted to do, and complete a challenge that I’m one cache away from completing all at the same time pretty much. I know I could do it with little to no contact with anyone. Even when the world wasn’t stuck indoors I never ran into people while doing this. I could stay in my little bubble at high speed with only the occasional bathroom stop to bring me into proximity with others. Sure, I’m managing to get out and cache under the umbrella of exercise, but I should have so many more counties under my belt right now (thirty-one to be precise). I’d be tearing my hair out if I had enough hair to grip. I so want the Big Show to be back on. But I have to do the best I can with what I have. I’ve picked up a few FTFs in the last few weeks because so many fewer people are out doing the thing so there’s that. My mind keeps wandering back to all those courthouses I need to see. I’ve got the taste and there’s so much more to do. I also just got a new caching bag (a little bit of retail therapy) so there’s that, which is nice…