Back to the Future

I thought about starting this blog by praising myself for some of the new things I’d done lately. It was going to be a big pat on the back for reattempting some past failures then succeeding, and for finally giving the go ahead on some intimidating pursuits I’ve been putting off for sometime now. But by the time I find myself tick-typing away on my keyboard all I can think about is all the things I realize I have yet to learn.

So this blog is dedicated to the folks that wrap their wigs around Wiki code, without them my first world problems would never be fixed and I would wallow in my loss of virtual identification that I’ve become so privy too. And to the mechanics with so bad they are good tattoos, bare feet, and sauntered swagger, without you I could not have my 3rd world problems fixed on my hoopty ride made home, the key to all my identity that is real and tangible in this world.

Right now I’ve been reverted back to the 16 year old me driving a friend’s old Honda Civic around town, internet-less. With these feats on my horizon it’s hard to see what I’ve actually learned since then that’s useful in the real world, fixes wordpress, cars and does taxes. The only thing that come to mind and again and again becomes the irony of a traveling is the more you know and see the more you know you don’t know. The true growth lies in the lessoning angst to figure it all that surrounded my 20 year old self, a feeling I didn’t even recognize as a “so wise beyond my years” 16 year old. It’s a fact I’ve become ok with and now see as an opportunity to explore. And what better place to explore these nuances of life, the excitement of travel and the feeling of something new.

Below are photos in and outside of Wendover, NV on the boarder of Utah and Nevada. Quite a strange place stuck right in the middle of the Salt Flats and nowhere. It’s an interesting little town, with a big Hispanic population and most job openings at fast food chains and mega fuel stops. We found heart at the only shop that will fix a tire in town. A super friendly crew that let me practice my Spanish, shoots some photos and talk about the beauty of the desert.