Life is a journey.
We assume it has a destination, but maybe, as James Taylor sings, sometimes, 'it's enough to be on your way'
I'm 'on my way' back from Utah, having spent four days ( without wifi or any contact with the outside world) on a beautiful property in a remote part near the head water of the south fork of the chalk river. It's an hour by paved road and twenty five minutes gravel track journey into a rocky landscape I have never seen before. We journeyed up into a scenic, desert-dry, wilderness with lush aspens and spruce. The journey wasn't over yet even at an elevation of 7500 feet.
My naturalist friend who inherited these acres of mountain landscape from his ancestors who journeyed to the Salt Lake area many years ago, invited me to come help him start a kind of long anticipated walling 'journey' of his own, where he might leave a testament to his love of this rocky landscape and his quest to put meaning and order to a small part of it, by building a wall.
He and I enjoyed our time together putting stone on stone, and as I speed home, flying over the brown desert landscape, I think about how 'travelling and walling' have become a kind of continuing destination for me. I am privileged to have had so many opportunities to travel and see such interesting places along the way, along with, of course, making walls often with other fellow sojourning stone-journeying enthusiasts along the way.
