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Walked without a destination. Explored without a purpose.
We're all drifters here, embarked on an aimless journey
I was a college dropout, hitchhiking across the Midwest. That was part of the old, adventurous spirit.
For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.
The cream of enjoyment in this life is always impromptu. The chance walk; the unexpected visit; the unpremeditated journey; the unsought conversation or acquaintance.
All that hitchhikin
All that railroadin
All that comin back
to America
I like to move forward and notice things along the roadside that indicate where I should go.
When people are away from home, they do things they might not normally do.
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people. Got no fixed abode, and no man is my master. Country lanes and byways were always my ways. I never fancied going faster.
To walk an endless road
Running down a dream ... working on a mystery ... going wherever it leads ...
Leaving the vehicle, its slaghtered passengers, and another small piece of my humanity behind.
There's something in the act of setting out that renews me, that fills me with a feeling of possibility. On the road, I'm forced to rely on instinct and intuition, on the kindness of strangers, in ways that illuminate who I am, ways that shed light on my motivations, my fears.
One of the pleasures of travel is to dive into places where others are compelled to live and come out unscathed, full of the malicious pleasure of abandoning them to their fate.
shopping trolleys
some twenty more miles on an old two-lane country road. Traffic was light, just a couple of pickups and a Volkswagen,
If you have a very strong will to travel, the road will suddenly appear before you!
Drive anywhere and everywhere, even when there's nowhere to go. (Note: There's always somewhere to go.)
Sometimes the best journeys are those, that start when we do not plan, continue how we do not expect and are taking us places we do not know.
Got No Where To Go But All Day To Get There
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
An unanticipated destination, perhaps, but you must admit,all the best journeys take unexpected detours.
The road comes to an end just when it ought to be getting somewhere. The passengers alight, shaken and weary, to begin, all over again, something else.
Going somewhere?-- Rita Hestand
So I got desperate. I was really panicking. Then I got this idea. I figured if I looked at people hitching rides, I might find somebody. One of them might turn out to be the right type of person, and willing to help me. I tried to choose pretty carefully. I only stopped for rough-looking men.
Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.
Sometimes it feels good to take the long way home.
We drift, often on a whim, searching for something to search for.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
Was a female. Isserley wasn't interested in females, at least not in that way. Let them get picked up by someone else. If the hitcher was male, she usually went back for another look, unless he was an obvious weakling. Assuming he'd made a reasonable impression on her,
There are roads where people go, and where they should arrive is their mission.
There's always been sadness hidden at the core of Hitch, but it's never been big enough to taste. Occasionally, I'd get a whiff of it, salty on the wind, but it never pressed in between us like it does now, threatening to drown us both.
Some men are searching for the Holy Grail, but there ain't nothing sweeter than riding the rail. Pregnant women and Vietnam vets, beggin on the freeway, bout as hard as it gets.
I think a high school girl hitchhiking is stupid. It was dangerous then and it's dangerous now.
A Random Walk Down Wall Street
Sometimes the best mode of transportation is a leap of faith.
Burning every bridge that I cross to find some beautiful place to get lost.
detours in the road. Because without them, this life
They're going to leave me. All I wanted to do was lie in the dry prickly grass with my feet in a ditch forever. I could be a convenient sort of milemarker, I thought. Get to the thief and you know you are halfway to Methana. Where ever Methana might be.
Journey Before Destination.
Take a wrong turn. Get lost in something you love.
Travel light and trust in serendipity.
Know how to travel from your town to a nearby town without a car, either by bus or by rail.
I wonder what people do when they have no place to go and no place to be.
Roadway. We didn't stop at the house, but instead rounded the corner and stopped a block away. Stepping out and
How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else.
Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.
Outdoors for me is walking from the car to the ticket desk at the airport
SAUNTERING, which word is beautifully derived "from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre," to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, "There goes a Sainte-Terrer," a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander.
So I float in silence, watching the final touches of this perfect moonrise, and in a moment of heavenly revelation, it occurs to me that detours are not without purpose. They provide safe passage to a destination, avoiding pitfalls in the process.
What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?
Bored in life? Find a mysterious road and walk on that road!
Going into the woods, is going home
Having never left the house you are looking for the way home
Where the road bends abruptly, take short steps.
On the road and traveling - that's when people are at their most creative.
Every journey has its share of stops and each one serves some purpose.
I knew I could make a good living working in the mills, ... I decided I didn't want to fuss with the rest of it, so I hitch-hiked back home.
One often meets her destiny on the road she takes to avoid it.
On the roads, I can see truth revealed whole without thought or reason. There I experience the sudden understanding that comes unasked, unbidden. I simply rest, rest within myself, rest within the pure rhythm of my running. And I wait.
Sometimes the most scenic roads in life are the detours you didn't mean to take.
For years I drove cross-country, back and forth a dozen times, sometimes on book tour, sometimes just to get lost and found.
Well I've seen travel in many waysI've traveled in cars and old subwaysBut in Birmingham some people choseTo fly down the street from a fire hose.Doin' some hard travelin' ... from hydrants of plenty.
Getting up at the ass-crack of dawn
It's summer and time for wandering...
Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.
These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark house, trying to be quiet. Like a robbery in reverse, creeping around to leave something rather than take it.
No one likes a straight road but the man who pays for it, or who, when he travels, is brute enough to wish to get to his journey's end.
My mother was working a lot, so she was gone often. I would leave school and hitchhike to the beach. I can't believe I hitchhiked now. It scares me to death now.
I hitchhiked, took trucks 'n' trains - anything that would pick me up. I stopped in Memphis for about six months and they found me and come got me. Stayed about a month an' split again.
My wife and I, we like to ride where there's not much traffic.
The real home of man is not his house but the road. Life itself is a travel that has to be done by foot.
We plan our lives in long, unbroken stretches that intersect our dreams the way highways connect the city dots on a road map. But in the end we learn that life is lived in the side roads, alleys, and detours. Alan Christoffersen's diary
What's Your Road, Man?
I really like to just jump in a truck with your backpack and just drive and go somewhere.
One doesn't know, necessarily, when one meets the trip-action person in one's life. A good teacher, a flirt behind the dry-goods counter, a petty thief wielding a knife. Any one of a thousand chance encounters might be the chance of a lifetime. Or a deathtime.
Where no paths exist, a man strays only when he misses his destination. There is no crime, no transgression, no sin save foolishness or incompetence, and no obscenity save the tyranny of custom.
When you're on the road, there is awlays the promise of the next stop being better than the last
We had no plan. No final destination in mind. We just drove faster and faster until we arrived. And when we did, all I could think of was how much fun it had been getting there.
Always avoid picking up hitch-hikers who are wearing a mask.
One time in your life
You've got the route in hand
But the map is stuck
They said it's not your fault
The tires are tired the camera moves
And your driver's been pulled
I'm a first class passenger on the Spaceship Earth, and I got one ticket. And I gotta make the ride count, you know? And, as far as I figure, you can either take the service road or the scenic route. And, man, if I only have one ride, I want it to be beautiful.
84. Highway.
People with places to go and people with no place to go; people with a purpose and people with no purpose; people trying to hold time back and people trying to urge it forward
What a trip life is.
There are many roads in this world that will guide you to pleasurable, fun, and exciting destinations that do not end in any form of lasting happiness. So before you step on an enticing path, figure out where it leads.
The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I've never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero's errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.
A journey - whether it's to the corner grocery or through life - is supposed to have a beginning, middle, and end, right? Well, the road is not like that at all. It's the very illogic and the juxtaposed differences of the road - combined with our search for meaning - that make travel so addictive.
Life is a journey and it's quicker by car.
Going to work so as to forget that there was nothing worth working for
poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,
Fueled by faith and passion for our true priorities we're going to drive against traffic in order to find rest, refreshment, and time for what matters most in life.
Going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.
Hitchhiking around Canada with a buddy after my senior year of college was the closest thing to an adventure I'd ever had, and given the cheerful, helpful nature of most Canadians, it wasn't much of an adventure.
ISSERLEY ALWAYS DROVE straight past a hitch-hiker when she first saw him, to give herself time to size him up. She was looking for big muscles: a hunk on legs. Puny, scrawny specimens were no use to her.
Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime ...
When stuck, hit the road.
what is a journey
without someone who wanders
if sometimes a pair
is made of two
To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road.
When you don't know where your headed you find places no one else would ever think to explore