No Yesterdays On The Road.

On The Old Highway Maps Of America, The Main Routes Were Red And The Back Roads Blue. Now Even The Colors Are Changing.

The Four Horsemen Of The Prairie Are Tornado, Locust, Drought, And Fire, And The Greatest Of These Is Fire, A Rider With Two Faces Because For Everything Taken, It Makes A Return In Equal Measure.

I Can't Say, Over The Miles, That I Had Learned What I Had Wanted To Know Because I Hadn't Known What I Wanted To Know. But I Did Learn What I Didn't Know I Wanted To Know.

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.

I Have Not Been On Any River That Has More Of A Distinctive Personality Than Does The Missouri River. It's A River That Immediately Presents To The Traveler, 'i Am A Grandfather Spirit. I Have A Source; I Have A Life.