I tend not to be much of a planner. As I write this (Friday, June 5th), I have done this much about planning my route for a roadtrip that starts–started–Sunday: I asked Google Maps for directions from Boulder to Gig Harbor, WA, looked at the options it gave me, and said, “Southern route.”
I could probably stand to learn to be more of a planner. Instead of having hardly any idea what I’m doing, I could have like ten, fifteen percent of an idea. I’d probably throw that fraction of an idea away in the moment, but at least I’d have a starting place.
Either that, or I should just own that I’m not a planner and really fly by the seat of my pants. My default pattern actually seems to lead to a lot of stasis.
Anyway, as you read this, I am somewhere between Colorado and Washington. It’s beautiful here. I’m having a great time.