“When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age.In middle age I was assured greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ships’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage. In other words, once a bum always a bum. I fear this disease incurable. I set this matter down not to instruct others but to inform myself….A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we not take a trip; a trip takes us.” ― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley; in search of America
Like Steinbeck, we have this urge to be elsewhere. Not because we are running away from things, but just because we are running toward them. We started this blog when we were still stuck behind a computer, working a nine to five, googling images of the great west, of far away places and far away cultures, of bearded men that went off the grid with wolves on their side. It took us a while before we gave away our furniture, stored our photo books on our sister’s attic and left our home in search of something bigger than the rat race we were part of. We started documenting our trips. You can read about them here, as well as the trips other restless feet undertook, features and interviews with the photographers and creatives we admire.
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