The meaning of life?

I am back. If you did not know, and I do not recall saying anything, we, the Wife, the Lad and myself, were away for the past few days. We made the Journey 2007 trip in 2008. It was the family trip that we planned to take last summer, before the family sadness we endured last summer, and continue to swim through led us to call an audible and postpone it. It was to be a trip to Cooperstown, New York to visit the Baseball Hall of Fame.

Well, we made it this year. A whole lot of fun, driving.......Gotta love the road trip! I know I do. The feeling of freedom afforded by that blacktop is the greatest feeling in the world to me. I can just breathe. I have loved the road trip since I was a kid. I like taking a flight and getting to a destination as quickly as possible, but the context is different.

The road trip is much like life....the meaning is in the journey, not the destination. The vacation is not the destination but the journey, the drive, itself. It can be physically and mentally gruelling but when you come through the whole journey, it is quite exhilarating.

That is what this was all about, at least for me. Cooperstown was merely a means to an end. The real joy for me was in the drive TO and FROM Cooperstown. It was mysteriously beautiful being in the Adirondack Mountains of Central New York, just beautiful with farms, quaint villages and lakes galore. That was where the fun was. I know the Lad cannot appreciate that now, but he may come in time to grasp its meaning.

Then again, I could be full of shit. Ciao!