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Always liked to travel. I still do. Loved wearing out tires on the nation’s highways, touching our northern partners who inhabit the second largest sized country on Terra as well. Put the wear on some Michelins there for sure. Now, question me? Inquiries please? Why the hell do I do that kind of stuff.

There’s things out there. Lots of them. Beaucoup! Gotta check it out. Cool stuff. Chasms, canyons, rivers, lakes, mountains, shapes, designs, paraphernalia made by people, and some natural thingies constructed by nature that humble the homo sapien contributions.

There’s also a sense that draws me to some of these places, over and repetitively again. It isn’t definable in a human sense and I don’t get it as I probably should if there’s a spiritual connection. I don’t know enough to even profess knowledge there.

Now, to the part about sharing it. I recently had a bout of the travels with my partner. The voyage was to a natural wonder with stops along the way at natural wonders. To the end destination, I had explored before, numerous times and I wanted to show it off. It didn’t disappoint either of us. As we exited, my comment was about my return.

Why? You’ve already seen it.

Wrong response. But left to the wind as to my need for counter comment. My co-traveller would not understand. It’s in the DNA of wanderlust. Yes, I went this time because I wanted to share. But I don’t go to see these marvels of natural science, I go to experience. And wow, does the planet we are gravitationally bound to, provide.

I can’t paint, draw or photograph the reasoning behind what that is. I read, once, that it’s the magnetic pull. If so, then why doesn’t the rest of the overpopulated society feel it as well? Am I and the similars the positive side of the magnet? Or vice versa? I’m pulled into it because I’m sensitized to it. That must be how it is explained.. No, that doesn’t make a lot of sense. Or does it?

In all of this, I have to pensively consider, what did folks do before the advent of the automobile? Going back on a horse, pack mules following, along a trampled deer path must have had appeal because a few adventurers obviously did just that. A lot less than those swarming into traffic on the paved blue interstate highways of the map.

A sociological approach might be that it is burnished into us at a young age by those who trekked these trails before us, knowing their fledgling offspring would absorb it as much. We are conditioned to experience, not just see. No, don’t put much in that theory either, as some siblings do and others don’t.

Back to the co-driver. What do they miss? Hard to find a defining characteristic. Guess? Not much. If the experience of an experience is not what is sought, then it probably doesn’t require much inquiry. ‘Yeah, I saw it’ might be enough for some of the populace. They may only need that small level of satisfactory observation. I won’t find fault in that. I just know that, in a world full of see, I will always want that experience thing.