I can hardly believe that the time has come around again for my annual trip to the Serpent Mound in Locust Grove, OH (Peebles is the local PO). It is also hard to believe that my first trip was in April of 2001, a decade ago. Looking back over the years, and my travel notes, I must write a long piece about these journeys. Maybe this is the year for that.
The one significant difference over the years that has occurred is that I now spend more time in KY than OH. The horse energy of Lexington is immense. Maybe I have a bit of the Dothraki in me to respond to it (although if my ire is roused, I could be a Lannister leaping off a bannister).
I have fired up my drums in the hopes of drying my road out. For the last few years, I have had more rain on my journeys than I have cared to have. This trip I am especially searching for some calm to settle my mind. There have been too many endings lately. But of all of them, I still find it hard to believe that our space program is essentially kaput. When I was seven, I dreamt of being an astronaut (something young girls at the time were not encouraged to consider), and I believed that the far reaches of space would be open to us by 2000 (along with the jet packs). War, religion and economics, an unholy trifecta, killed this dream for the whole world. Where is Klaatu when you need him? We have proven we are not mature enough to be in space, since we cannot thrive on Earth. Some days it is hard to believe that the game is not over (although it might be if you buy into the May 21, 2011 apocalypse, it might be).
The road often points to new paths and visions. I could use a bit of inspiration (heck, even Oprah is ascending, and won’t be around for an afternoon smooze!). Against my occasional hobbit-like nature, I am looking forward to the adventure that always comes my way on my journey, tipping my hat to Oz on the way.