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4. Travels with Steinbeck
Loved that you were so open to cross country travel by yourself at that age. Lots to be afraid of in a trip like that, but you had courage! And the Wander Lust!
Very poetic....reminds me of those september nights, and bursts of white lightning.
I marvel at the courage (or naivete) of a young man camping alone like this--something I would never do. And yet, look what a great tale you are able to tell for us to enjoy!
What a sobering night that was! I like the balance between romanticized poet wandering and then just get there zoom. Ha!
I'm also liking the inserted blue italicized thoughts, commentary, afternotes. Cool.
Thanks for reminding me of parallel memories:
1. Parents leaving town before fully grown;
2. Sleepless night in pup tent during windstorm in Blue Ridge Mtns;
3. Trying to follow Steinbeck's rambles: we were both too young to appreciate slow rambling;
4. Camping in deserted places to save $$. My favorite was country cemeteries: no visitors at night.