Can you say you still have a pioneering spirit if everywhere you go, you’ve been before? I spent the first 30 years breaking new ground and the next 30 following familiar paths, revisiting known pleasures. The itchy, restive wanderlust hasn’t diminished, but the courage to leave the marked trail has. I stand in the West in the Spring, looking East – but down the Interstate now, not the two-lane.
Ride a motorcycle. The interstates will suddenly look less attractive than the 2 lane highways.