When
we were teenagers, we had walkabouts late at night. No destination, just
walking as far as it felt good and returning. Later, we did bike hikes
together. Pick a destination and spend the day pedaling there and
back. As an adult, Johnny would get in the car for periodic rides.
No hurry, no need, just go on an all-day driveabout.
I’ll
call this week the Great John B Memorial Driveabout. In his honor, I’m going
to drive to Colorado, not in a hurry, attend the celebration of his life in
Boulder on Saturday, and drive home. The trip has a destination and a
purpose, but I will take my time, see some things along the way, and it will
still count as a driveabout.
Tonight,
I’m in Lampasas, Texas.
A
walk in a park.
Watched
a juvenile yellow-crowned night-heron.
Startled
Bambi.
Watched
a county.
Lampasas.
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