There are so many beautiful roads to run away to in Skagit and the North Cascades. I hope to never stop finding them.
"Yah, running away, driving fast in one direction and never stopping until the cops run you down, the car runs out of gas, and you are too tired to think about anything ever again. Running away, hard and fast and long. Finally, what mattered and worried and feared no longer has the same hold. And, you can finally find a toe hold into some rest. Not peace, but rest for a moment. And, that little moment lets a ray of hope land. Not conscious hope, but the glimmer of freedom from what distorted the conscious mind and stirred out of balance the thoughts and emotions. A little window at the edge of the universe. No matter about the dragons and demons at the edge of known existence, at least they are out there....and just maybe they will eat all our inequities for lunch so we can be free and beautiful and perfect, and so we can return to a perfect place of existence."