I once asked my mother what she thought of me. She looked at me and said, "Creo que eres una aventurera", "I think you're an adventuress". That was a pretty good distillation of my character and I took it as a compliment. I love travel. I just finished a 6,500-mile car tour and I'm still aglow from my experiences.
On August 7 I rode a Greyhound bus to Medford, Oregon. I will always remember the two middle-aged Mexican sisters who offered me some corn chips straight out of the big bag from which they were eating. The man next to me had had a brain injury and wore a full helmet to protect his skull. Every time I left my book, the biography of Edgar Cayce, in my seat when I got off at a rest stop, I could tell he had picked it up and looked at it. I shared the beef jerky I taken as provisions with them. There is something very intimate about riding in a bus.
Selina, Utah
Clinton, Connecticut (Pequot Indian Casino)
