It first started in the state of New York, a maple here, a maple there. In Michigan the colors came more frequently. Then I saw it “Welcome Back, Students” and it seemed that the maples had begun to turn yellow and red over night. Next week marks six months on the road circumnavigating the nation with 11,500 new miles on the odometer. My journal has reached 95 pages. Suddenly the end of October doesn’t seem that far away. And like a large heavy bird there is a seasonal pull welling up inside of me; not to go south but to go west. Visions of long hours of driving on the plains and snow on the mountains now seem more real with the arrival of the new school year and fall colors. The uneasiness is compounded by the feeling of being stuck in Bay Furnace Campground on Lake Superior near the Indian Casino. It was on Tuesday that I realized with a flash that this coming weekend was Labor Day Weekend – the mark of the end of the tourist season. And with that all the families would be out for one last fling before settling in for the winter. To try to move and look for a place to drop anchor on this busy weekend would be crazy, so I opted to stay put through the long weekend even though the urge to migrate west was tugging strongly on the bumper of Snee-Oosh. I have to confront this restlessness and breathe. Tuesday morning the sun will again be shining on the backside of the westward moving big rig.
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