I've already worked out next year's journey to Burning Man and back. At least two additional journeys await. There are places to go, things to be seen, adventures to explore. The open road has always been a place where I can think clearly, where things fall into place. It's kind of a zen experience. The road is neither good nor bad. It just is.
I hope to do a lot more traveling next year, to go down roads I've never seen before, to sleep under new and familiar skies. The past month has been very depressing for me. Maps show the way and cheer me up. There is still hope in this world.