No Yesterdays On The Road.

One Of The Sweet And Expectable Aspects Of Life Afloat Is The Perpetual Present Moment One Lives In And A Perception That Time Is Nothing More Than The Current, An Eternal Flowing Back To The Sea.

What Is It In Man That For A Long While Lies Unknown And Unseen Only One Day To Emerge And Push Him Into A New Land Of The Eye, A New Region Of The Mind, A Place He Has Never Dreamed Of? Maybe It's Like The Force In Spores Lying Quietly Under Asphalt Until The Day They Push A Soft, Bulbous Mushroom Head Right Through The Pavement. There's Nothing You Can Do To Stop It.

Life Doesn't Happen Along Interstates. It's Against The Law.

I Did Learn What I Didn't Know I Wanted To Know.

The Lewis And Clark Tale Has All The All The Elements That One Would Want To Put Into A Movie. It Has The, Continual Threat For Life; It's Got The Thread Of Indians; It's Got Disease. It Has Daily Risk Where These Men May Go Under The Water. It's Got The Fight With The Elements. It's Got The El The Role Of The Unknown Continually Threatening Them.