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.
