Road Trip Resilience Tested

“It takes a great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.” (Oscar Wilde)

When Ruth and I returned from India at the beginning of March, we seriously wondered if we had placed our health in jeopardy on this vacation by being exposed to the spread of the Corona Virus. After all, we had flown back from Kochi to Miami on two long flights filled with primarily Asian passengers. So although we in fact remained healthily free of the virus, fear of exposure and resultant home quarantine became our daily norm.

Almost three months later, any thoughts of cruising or plane travel in the near future are quickly dismissed as out of the question now with social distancing firmly embedded in our mind. Yet our enduring isolation has created a powerful need to explore open spaces of the great outdoors again. So these two former teachers will resume our latest road trip adventure from Fort Lauderdale west in June/July with a counterclockwise, loop itinerary as shown in the map photo above.

So tell me fine readers why are two restless wanderers willing to “roll the dice” and get on the road again amidst life’s health uncertainties now? Is it simply too soon? Yet if you settle into the lyrics of this iconic “Traveling Wilburys” song below, I suppose you will hear strongly our answer. “Well it’s alright.”

“Well it’s alright. Even if you’re old and gray.”

The nostalgic spirit of youthful curiosity will never grow old for us along Route 66 and other historic roads “off the beaten track.”

“Well it’s alright. Even if the sun don’t shine.”

Rock and Roll, Indians/Browns sports and a tranquil walk along Lake Erie are always a happy combination to visit in any kind of weather for this Cleveland bred man.

“Well it’s alright. As long as you lend a hand.”

The environmental movement reigns strong in the Pacific Northwest and we are often willing to lend a “go-green” hand there to preserve and protect the fragile natural environment.

“Well it’s alright. Sometimes you gotta stay strong.”

Anticipating those challenging road trip hikes like the deceptively steep gullies at Utah’s Goblin State Park provides plenty of motivation for us to be more mindful of staying physically fit as “baby boomers” throughout the year.

“Well it’s alright. Riding around in the breeze.”

Experiencing the vast expanse of wide open spaces as we traverse the dry deserts of the American West provides an exhilarating feeling of personal solitude and freedom.

“Well it’s alright. If you live the life you please.”

To stand in awe amidst the towering vortexes of Sedona, Arizona radiates the positive energy of peaceful contentment of a life well served.

“Well it’s alright. As long as you got somewhere to lay.”

Breathe in the fresh air of a free flowing, mountainside river that lulls you to sit awhile in lonely solitude. Now that’s the sort of social distancing that I can live with well.

“Well it’s alright. We’re going to the end of the line.”

Traveling over 3,000 miles from Atlantic to Pacific shores by car typically manifests for us as an arduously long marathon. At the end of our journey, you might expect then we would find this spectacular view over a “Big Sur” cliffside to be the ideal spot to bask in the success of what we have accomplished.

“Well it’s alright. Remember to live to let live.”

You might wonder why I would hug this California Redwood tree. Very simply, both of our species are united as living earth companions who share an enduring will to survive.

“Well it’s alright. If you got someone to love.”

Any thoughts of experiencing Corona pandemic loneliness as we travel along the road are banished as so many of our friends welcome us into their lives again in person.

“Well it’s alright. The best you can do is forgive.”

History teaches me to never forget that the lessons of the past often repeat in the present. I thus stand solemnly on our road trips by such important historical monuments as this Gettysburg Address Memorial hoping to find time tested ways toward becoming a uniter rather than a divider of both friend and foe.

Quarantine Art Therapy

“There’s no place like home.” (Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz)

“Every person is different, every home is different, every item is different, and we all have to decide how best to approach the clutter in our lives and homes based on our own values, sentiments, circumstances, and priorities.” (Taylor Haskins)

Ok let’s face it. Since Ruth and I have been “cooped up” in our home because of the Corona Pandemic, we now spend considerably more time familiarizing ourselves more deeply with our room interiors. Witness my wife’s practical attitude that the current slowdown the Corona slowdown provides an excellent time to diligently rearrange the location of furniture or remove/add objects from tables/desks in our condo at least once a week. I, however, find a more “inner” connection to the current isolation I face in my home’s physical surroundings. For in such semi- quarantined living conditions now, I’ve become inspired by a Getty Art Museum Challenge to test my artistic talents as I express my current mental state in these matching photographs that follow.

To gain more personal benefit from this blog, I recommend you create your own home version of this Getty Museum Challenge. To get started, click on the You Tube link below

The downtrodden pose of this elderly man reminds me that there are so many victims of the pandemic’s wrath who desperately need more government help now. Everyone deserves a safe cocoon from the airborne spread of Covid -19 now.

With shades of Mahatma Gandhi in mind as I face the extended “downtime” pandemic, I look forward to these simpler times of quiet reflection and extended silent reading.

I struggle now to replace the soothing slowness of a Major League Baseball Game with a worthy replacement activity at night to equally occupy my attention.

Where is Francisco Lindor’s infectious smile and brilliance as a baseball hero these days when I need him?

The loss of human touch seeps sadly in to my mind in this era of social distancing. So a quick squirt of sanitizer on my hand and I can imagine a world of such closeness again.

When “cabin fever” sets in, I pedal outside to feel the fresh air caress my face and embrace the passing glory of wild nature.

I’m saddened by the teenager depicted in this picture who will likely face  the loss of peer social interaction with imminent school closures. Yet the slowdown seems to be an ideal time for him/her to reach out to others by volunteering.

I wonder about fulfilling the challenge of using my breathing mask and maintaining a social distance wherever I travel in the future?

 

Source: Getty Museum Art Challenge

http://www.mymodernmet.com/recreate-art-history-challenge/

 

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