Jack Kerouac, beat generation novelist, wrote about the travel. Every time I crack open a Kerouac, I’m instantaneously compelled to throw random belongings into a bag, put the key into my ignition and never look back. Tomorrow our suitcases will be piled high, and the road will call; after all, according the Kerouac, “The road is life”.
My life for the next 15 days, will be the roads along the high plains of Colorado’s beautiful front range. Sweeping landscapes and majestic mountains. The front range rises a spectacular 10,00 feet above the Great Plains and plays hosts to multiple 14,000 foot peaks; Mount Evans, Pike’s Peak, and Long’s Peak are among the most prominent. The draw of these American giants is undeniable. It has been quite awhile since I have spent time among big mountains, and it does well for my soul to know I will soon be walking among them.
While the beauty of the Colorado landscape offers constant opportunity for snap, click, love moments. The journey there is half the joy. I often find myself longing for faraway places; Europe, Africa, and Southeast Asia, so much so that I sometimes forget about my own home. I’ve traveled so much of the world, but barely scratched the surface of my own backyard. I suppose there’s a lesson in that for both life and photography: seeking out the bold and unknown sometimes mean missing out on the simple and obvious.
Tomorrow we turn the key in the ignition and begin an adventure. And just like Simon and Garfunkel, we’re all going to look for America.