Here, there, and everywhere

If I've calculated correctly, from August 5 to September 4 I have spent 23 nights away from home and out of state. I'm kind of stunned by the number. Surely this is the most I've ever traveled in a month.

The last month has been something of a blur. It's gone by quickly, yet the start of it seems like it was practically another lifetime ago. I've had a lot of fun seeing cities and parts of the country I'd never visited. I'm backlogging blog entries since I've either not had the time or the energy at the end of the day to compose all those thoughts. Hopefully you'll find them interesting...or more interesting than posts like this.

I am endlessly fascinated by the idea of waking up in one place and going to bed somewhere far away from there. Hey, this morning I was in Bangor, Maine, and tonight I'm in Scranton, Pennsylvania. Tomorrow night I'll be in my own bed at home. So in 40 hours I'll have been about as far northeast as one can be in this country to a thousand or so miles away in the midwest. I'll go from experiencing remnants of a hurricane to a place where one wouldn't even think of a tropical storm affecting the weather.

While this ability to cover great distances in short times isn't new--and I'm going by the comparatively slow method of driving solo--it seems to me that it is one of the great modern marvels.