Each place is magical. In the end though....I love my home country. It's got issues, warts and problems...but it is still home. I've been thinking a bit lately about travel. Partially because of a possible new position at work that would require me to travel (assuming I get it) around Florida. Part of it being the anniversary of Jack Kerouac's death (one of my favorite writers).
Partially because of some the the blogs I read and their adventures. How you can give up nearly everything to discover that you have all you need (Road Pickle). About traveling down the Eastern Coast of the the US (Which is what Motorcycle Addiction did this summer), or across the US and Canada (Riding the Wet Coast). The insanity that will be the 2014 Scooter Cannonball.
Do to circumstances I was not able to attend the AIM Expo like I had hoped. So plan B was engaged which was a little jaunt over to the San Antonio Rattlesnake festival. I don't know what it is about these small town festivals. They all share some of the same things...face painting, usually bad and overpriced food and drinks, craft shows. Low mileage and heavily chromed out Harley's taken out for show. Pony rides and petting zoo's. Beyond that however is the stuff that really matters; kids running about playing and smiling faces, the unexpected find in a merchants' booth that you know your someone special would love. That "insert your favorite food that you know is not good for you here" that makes you feel like a kid again.
This is why I travel. To experience that joy. To have that connection and maybe see something I've not seen before, or something I need to see in a new light.
I have a deep and profound respect for life, history and the natural world. I want to share that love with others which is why I write.
So I thought I would share a few things with you gentle reader from the most recent adventure. Funny thing, for a rattlesnake festival I didn't see one snake!
Kids lining up for the "Gopher Turtle" races. The turtles were actually wood and your pulled on the strings to get them to move forward.
A closer look at the "Turtle" The head moved side to side and each kid got some sort of prize even if the turtle didn't finish the race. I am glad I did not try the turtle soup they had for sale.
Finally a old band from Pittsburgh known as the Gathering Field. Back about 20 years ago they had a minor hit nationally with this song. I understand they have reformed and are starting to tour again. I just think it suits my mood right now.