On the Way to Where Nobody Goes

 

There is more space where nobody is than where anybody is.

 

Here I am this hot evening in Mesquite, Nevada, which provides you with the general direction of my mysterious destination, as if you care. This whole idea of “where nobody goes” is likely ridiculous to you, and to me as well.  It is becoming a revelation to learn that if I look carefully, I can find the most wonderful ways to waste time.   

 

My trips give a look at aspects of nature I would never have had in any other way.  They also give me a look into my own brain. 

 

At home I read a lot.  It keeps me from feeling ignorant and feeling smart—both mistakes.  My questions during discussions are based on assumptions that boxed my listeners in.  When in wilderness I know only what a visitor gleans.  I am as ignorant of its culture as a traveler to Mexico City.  To listen, to observe, to hope for some small interaction, a bit of inspiration—far from knowing or becoming able to describe it—that is what counts.