seventy nine

FELLOW NOMADS

I was a day out of San Diego heading over the mountains. This was my first encounter with a fellow nomad. This guy was so anxious to talk as soon as he saw me from the top of the hill he crossed to my side of the highway. 

He had a big smile on his face as if we were long lost friends then he began to talk and talk and talk. It was apparent he had been on the road much longer then me. 

As the miles and years have passed I have experienced a few solitary weeks of my own. If I do talk to strangers I spend most of the time answering the same questions about my choice of transportation. I talk with people I have never met and will probably never meet again. 

Talking with a person with a common experience and common understanding is like meeting a long lost friend or relative. Solo touring is a process that is hard to explain. It requires long months and many miles before you begin to understand it. 

Since this first encounter with a seasoned fellow nomad I have traveled many of my own solitary miles.  I have that foolish greeting grin and then I talk and talk and talk.