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Pandemic Journey Day 60

May 20, 2020

Today’s image – Americans love to travel.  Sometimes I think, we see our mobility as another constitutional right, the right to go where we damn well please. It’s become part of the American existential, no doubt, ingrained by our immigrant ancestors, embedded in our psyche before five like the other pieces of our implicit upbringing.  It is an intractable attitude now and probably a driver for our restlessness and discontent with the shelter in place directives.  We just can’t be still that long unless we become impaired, and then woe be the ones who have to live with us as we grouse and complain. 

The travel industry and adventure authors like Jack London and Elizabeth Gilbert have fanned that sojourner flame. Maybe it’s not the motion of travel but an insatiable curiosity.  We want to experience ourselves in other geographies – what they can tickle out of us, what new moxie they demand we bring.  Then some have found their seasonal peregrination paths, vestiges of our bird brain parts. That didn’t come out right.

Maybe some of us want to use it to hone our consciousness like sipping a different atmosphere or bathing in a new watershed. Even absorbing variation in the light spectrum by changing latitudes, these things might just have subtle effects on our alchemies, feeling therapeutic in intangible ways. Maybe our passion for gathering new global experiences has another driver – part of a planetary imperative to widen our identities and socially evolve toward a more planetary-minded species. That’s a big pipe dream but think about it. Our favorite innovations make it possible for us to populate almost any habitat. The big problem with these adaptive piecemeal enterprises is that they have myopia.  And one of the agreed benefits of travel is to see how others make a life on the planet. TaDa! Our epistemology broads with a perspective that transcends the old school thinking like exploitation and colonialism. I have a dream!

Regardless of the reasons we yearn to take that annual vacation – especially come June, July, and August, without a doubt, this irksome virus will put kinks in our travel MOs. We must pay attention when we all we want to do to flow and relax into our reunions with missed family and friends.  As I talked with an old partner this morning about making plans to visit the far flung family, the conversation turned that stone over several times. If he flies, how will he meet those that pick him up at the airport? Just climb into their car? Can they meet him with a spray bottle of disinfectant and hose him down before he get in?  Can he duck into a bathroom at the baggage claim to wipe down and change his clothes?  Geesh! This new normal is exhausting!

For the last six months, I’ve been planning a massive western US car touring and camping trip loop for July, dropping in on friends and family along the circuit.  I wonder how I’ll tweak my regular excursion plans. Can I make my vehicle a safe bio-bubble and avoid becoming that COVID Mary? I read that with state and national parks reopening, and with most visitors ditching their masks and social distancing, it could be dicey to visit them.  Check! Then, there is another speculation that the virus will recede and give us a break (as do other coronaviruses) during the summer.  For the resort towns and their visitors, I hope this is the case.  We will need it to revive ourselves for the second pandemic forecasted for November.

But we are the heroes we have been waiting for, right?  And if we want summer vacations to be part of the new normal, we’d better figure them out too. Humans are here, after all, because tiny rodent-like mammals climbed out of their self-isolating burrows and made a new life on the bones of the megafauna after the meteor strike sixty-six million years ago.  Clearly we have a tradition to uphold.


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