It came out somewhere between my gasps and streaming tears in the most organic, unexpected way. "Bury me here. Right. Here."
It was sunset and we had made it to Dead Horse Point up by Canyonlands in Utah. We approached the expansive view of canyon with its seemingly endless hues of red and blue as far as the eye could see. I've heard of people having religious experiences in nature before. I've never really given much thought into what something like that would be like. Maybe a gradual crescendo of feeling. A swelling sense of inspiration and an extreme feeling of connectedness and presence. I don't know what happened to me when I reached Dead Horse Point or what to call it, but it definitely wasn't like that. It was something more akin to a cupid's arrow on crack. Like a God arrow right to the heart. Its potion rushed through every vein of my body and left me paralyzed in my incapacity to process what was right in front of me. I just stood there, struck, willing my body to, I don't know, breathe or talk. The arrow seemed to have tapped into an unknown waterfall in me and my tears started to stream.
"Bury me here S", I mustered. "Promise me you won't forget. Bury me here."
S and I are on the road again, but this time we're homeward bound! Here are a few things I've learned from our journey:
1. You can totally rock a neckerchief when camping. No judgment.
2. You can live through a lightening storm when perched on a rooftop car tent (but don't ever do this, bad idea! Just get in the car and spoon the dog in fear like I had originally planned. Much safer.)
3. You can take a shower at a place that requires quarters for hot showers and live to tell the tale.
4. You can be scared of heights and travel up and down mountains on shelf roads inches from death.
5. You must never eat the egg mcmuffin look alike at the gas station. It is an imposter and you will regret it a few times over.
6. The KOA can feel like the Ritz after primitive camping for a while.
7. The crazy overlanding lifestyle can grow on you and you may become a bit of a primitive camping snob that scoffs at passing RVs if you're not careful. Who knew.
And so it is. Back to civilian life. S and I feel accomplished in having made the time to live out our lives and do something a little crazy, kind of uncomfortable, and totally awesome. We fully intend to keep on living the shit out of our lives again and again and again.