Looking back over my last year of traveling, I realize how much I have experienced and how far I have come in my life. It was such a great ride. I met so many great people and saw so many breathtaking places. It's a journey I hope everyone has the opportunity to have at some point in their life. Organizing all of my pictures onto my site, and listening to the following song by Antje Duvekot makes me long to get back out there and experience all I can. I hope my journey never ends.
LONG WAY
ANTJE DUVEKOT
We bid our friends goodbye,
we promised we would write them,
and headed north up 95.
Into the great unknown,
we turned up our stereo,
and felt so reckless and alive.
We didn't know who we would met,
we didn't know where we would end up,
when we headed down that road.
A little food and our guitars in the backseat,
and that old cello,
the one that would get stolen in a town in Idaho.
And it's a long way to Michigan and back,
and it's a long way.
Cause it's a long way,
the clouds upon our backs.
we promised we would write them,
and headed north up 95.
Into the great unknown,
we turned up our stereo,
and felt so reckless and alive.
We didn't know who we would met,
we didn't know where we would end up,
when we headed down that road.
A little food and our guitars in the backseat,
and that old cello,
the one that would get stolen in a town in Idaho.
And it's a long way to Michigan and back,
and it's a long way.
Cause it's a long way,
the clouds upon our backs.
And it's a long, long, long, long way.
And I have never seen
reflections of the cleanest
of blue as the Minnesota lakes.
reflections of the cleanest
of blue as the Minnesota lakes.
Those were the longest nights
of wood smoke and Northern Lights
as we talked until the morning came.
of wood smoke and Northern Lights
as we talked until the morning came.
The light of glowing embers
as sweet as I remember
among the rustling of the trees.
as sweet as I remember
among the rustling of the trees.
The legend of the harvest moon
and sweet ballad of the loon,
I felt as ancient as I was meant to be.
and sweet ballad of the loon,
I felt as ancient as I was meant to be.
And it's a long way
to Washington and back,
and it's a long way.
to Washington and back,
and it's a long way.
Cause it's a long way,
the clouds upon our backs.
the clouds upon our backs.
And it's a long, long, long, long way.
I called you from a pay phone
in windy cold Missoula,
and then from Midland in the rain.
in windy cold Missoula,
and then from Midland in the rain.
A place as proud and sad as
the South Dakota badlands,
it touched me more than I could explain.
the South Dakota badlands,
it touched me more than I could explain.
The dirt poor reservation
where the Oglala nation
tries to hang on to its ways.
where the Oglala nation
tries to hang on to its ways.
Feather and Peyote pipe
and a six pack of Miller Light
sits on the dashboard
of a beat up Chevrolet.
and a six pack of Miller Light
sits on the dashboard
of a beat up Chevrolet.
And it's a long way
to Tennessee and back,
and it's a long way.
to Tennessee and back,
and it's a long way.
Cause it's a long way
on the worn out heels of Kerouac.
on the worn out heels of Kerouac.
And it's a long, long, long, long way.
Out in California
we touched the other ocean,
and I still have that jar of sand.
we touched the other ocean,
and I still have that jar of sand.
In the Arizona desert,
the sky goes on forever,
you've never seen a thing as grand.
the sky goes on forever,
you've never seen a thing as grand.
And North Montana was cold,
she keeps her secrets frozen
under glaciers way up north.
she keeps her secrets frozen
under glaciers way up north.
And people have got lost up there
in the home of the grizzly bear.
in the home of the grizzly bear.
And you can ask the mountain,
but the mountain doesn't care.
but the mountain doesn't care.
And it's a long way
to Delaware and back,
and it's a long way.
to Delaware and back,
and it's a long way.
Cause it's a long way,
the clouds upon our backs.
the clouds upon our backs.
And it's a long, long, long, long way.
Cause it's a long way
on the worn out heels of Kerouac.
on the worn out heels of Kerouac.
And it's a long, long, long, long way.
P.S. For those of you who have never experienced Antje Duvekot, PLEASE check out her site! She's amazing!!
http://www.antjeduvekot.com/index.php?page=home
P.S. For those of you who have never experienced Antje Duvekot, PLEASE check out her site! She's amazing!!
http://www.antjeduvekot.com/index.php?page=home
