Northwestern Arizona. Years ago, I pretty much gave up on trying to talk to "fellow campers." It didn't seem like we had much in common, my activities are unpopular, and I decided that dogs are better company. So my dog and I went on a bike ride today and tried to find a connected loop. The route worked quite well.
But something strange and unexpected happened. I had three high quality conversations on the route. The other people seemed to enjoy hearing me and vica-versa. One fellow was from Scotland. In fact, the Hebrides. When I started talking about the travel book by Johnson and Boswell to the Hebrides, he really lit up.
How nice it would be if this sort of thing happened more often. But I think it is right to not expect it to happen, and not try to make it happen. When it wants to happen, it will. Just accept it as a free gift of the gods.
There was some sad new too. The other day I saw an SUV pulled off the side of the road. It had had a serious front end collision with something. Oh no, surely he didn't? But my camping neighbor confirmed that the SUV had hit and killed a burro. The highway has a 45 mph speed limit, but that doesn't mean anything in a place like Arizona.
Comments