Kudos
As usual, Touring Ted's post was well thought out and he even included his own experience as explanation. I agree with his last post. Last night came the first snow of the year here at the ranch in Flagstaff. This gave me visions of Dr.Zhivago - the little cottage scenes with the harsh Russian winter outside might parallel LAZ 1 and his new female friend.
He wrote, he came, and whatever. The HUBB is like Zhivago's cottage, safe and warm with overlanders like Touring Ted, who manages to see the cup half full, yet aware that it is also half empty.
As I sip my wine and eat my eggs this snowbound morning at Rancho Los Rosales I sort of miss LAZ 1 - his brazen approach to the HUBB and to life.
LAZ 1 was Zorro like, appearing and disappearing with equal aplomb. Once again I feel the need to share with those who have posted here a favorite quote by Kerouac:
“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Maybe he and some of us have experienced that feeling.
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