Adventure

The picture is of my new backpack. Sweet, huh?

I took a trip to Bainbridge Island last weekend to visit my good friend Mary. It was such a glorious weekend. There is something about being close to water that stirs my heart. I believe it's in my blood, coming all the way from the vikings, of course. Although rivers and lakes are just fine, something about being close to a sea voyage creates a feeling inside of me. The smell of the air. The waves. The constant clarity of weather and wind. It's like adventure is always going to happen.
I think it always does.
It's amazing what creates a lust for adventure. One small trip just makes me want to go farther and deeper into the unknown. Even getting a new bag makes me want to pack for trips and take it around with me all the time, just in case I get swept up. If I had to go on a great journey right this moment, could my bag take me there and back again? I like to think so.
And what would I need?

My skinny metal Bible
Another book of some sort... maybe two
My pencils and sketchpad
My favorite Starbucks Tumbler with golden deer and filigree as the print.
A knife. Always.
A journal I write in, so I will have something fantastic to read on the train.
An Ipod. A little modern, but a necessity.
A guitar. I couldn't get along without that.

Really, I think I would be okay with just that, but it's missing something.....
Oh ya,
People I love.
They won't fit in my bag.

I often wish I could just get up and go. I want to start walking, and only stop when I can go no further. This is a romanticized freedom that airs of the 60's, I know. I do know. Not much good came of it in many cases, but who doesn't want the freedom and adventure? Sadly, out of adventure and experience, lack of foundation and friendship would whither the soul.
It is no good to see something beautiful if there is no one to see it with.
It is no good to be alone.