Have Love Will Travel

Trails that satisfy me!

I think this might be the original road trip song:

Waaah
Have love, whoa Baby will travel
Have love, yea Darlin' will travel
(I said) If you need lovin'
Then hmm, mmm, I'll travel

Well I travel from Maine to Mexico
Just to find a little girl that'll love me so
No matter where, no matter where I'll be
I'm lookin' for a woman that'll satisfy me

The top of Brockway Mountain this am

Though our motives for getting in the car may be different, this was quite a road trip I embarked upon, and it's going to take all I've got to get back into the car and drive away from this gorgeous place.

After packing up the campsite, I decided to come over and hit some of my faves before getting in the car.

It's soooooooooo hard to leave.

Good thing I have The Sonics:

Have love, whoa Baby I will travel

And of course, my babies at home.

And one day, someday, as one of my yoga teachers likes to say, perhaps I'll inspire some dude to travel to get to me:

Well I might take a boat, or I'll take a plane
Might hitchhike, or jump a railroad train
Your kind of lovin' drives a man insane
So look for me a walkin' just any ol' way

Have love, whoa Babe will travel
Have love, yea Baby will travel
If you need lovin'
Then yeah, yeah, I'll travel

If you need lovin'
Then Woah, I'll travel

The One That Got Away

U.P. here I come!

I've been trying to hold it together through this whole mice in the house ordeal, but this morning when I was trying to practice yoga, the sound of the mice chewing on the poison that the pest control people left on Wednesday was all too much.

I decided to turn on music to drown it out, and that worked for a while, but I was already feeling raw emotionally -- so much so that Katy Perry sent me right over the edge:

In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away

I know! Katy Perry. It's just that I was preparing for my road trip to the UP sans the one who not only got away from me in general but used to get away with me up there, and I just lost it.

Then I lost it again in the car when I was leaving a friend a voicemail, and, well, let's just say it happened repeatedly during the long journey and is part of the reason I expected this trip to be a catharsis and that I was ok going by myself.

But here's the thing: This is not another life. This is my life. I am single. I am fit. I like mountain biking and camping especially in beautiful weather and beautiful places. I don't know a lot of people who are both free to get away and who enjoy the same kind of weekend. So I am making it happen!

Drivin' On 9

The scene at the dock on our last evening

I took my niece, one of my nephews, and my kids up north to our family's cabin this past weekend. The weather was gorgeous, the kids got along great, and we survived the inevitable stressful moments that come with spending time with my parents.

Even the car rides were smooth. When we got home today, I had a mountain of laundry to do and a DVD that needed to go back to Netflix. The movie was called Anthem, and it was one of those that I don't even remember putting in my queue.

It was a documentary about two women who travel the country to talk to people about the American Dream and whether it is still alive. This song was part of the soundtrack -- and having just returned from a roadtrip, it seems an appropriate soundtrack for marking my day as well:

Drivin' on 9
You could be a shadow
Beneath the street light
Behind my home

Drivin' on 9
I sure miss you
Pass a motel
Looking at the pines

Drivin' on 9
Looking for one thirty
Maybe I passed it
Go another mile

Drivin' on 9
Drivin' on 9

Drivin' on 9
I'll sure look pretty
Carson City
Walking down the isle

Drivin' on 9
Does daddy have a shotgun
He said he'd never need one
Go another mile

Drivin' on 9

Drivin' on 9
Looking out my window sill
Wondering if I want you still
Wondering what's right

What's more, that last verse is quite descriptive of where I am and what I'm feeling now that I'm back home from time with my parents. Lots of things are hard about breakups. I miss the physical closeness a whole bunch. But more than that, I miss knowing that there's one person I want to call or talk to about my experience, and having him be either sitting next to me or on the other end of the phone.

I'm getting used to it. I am. But it's taking a long time. Once someone becomes your go-to person for sharing what's in your heart, wanting to go to them is hard habit to break...