I love exploring.
My corolla stopped counting mileage some time ago, and I suppose that’s how it should be. It’s apparently a common oddity in several models from that year. She’s stuck at 299,999 and I find it amusing, and really one tiny distraction less.
I keep a piece of paper in the glove box to track approximate mileage for oil changes, and thankfully a trip meter to spare to remind me that regular maintenance will keep my ever-willing travel companion running smooth.
A couple episodes of On Being colored in the gaps and reminded me of the wonderful quality of that podcast. I listened to Krista Tippett query Matthieu Ricard, and Martin Sheen. Interesting, mindful, spiritual, authentic and happy gents. And a few more books now enter the list of “want to read”.
Today we’re in Comox, roughly in the middle, longitudinally, of Vancouver Island. All new to me. Recently I have felt the pull to move here, and by October, that’s now the goal.
I yearn for quieter, open spaces. Easier access to north or south of here is important too. So I’ll follow my feet, as ever, and see what manifests.