The next thing

I decided its time to kick off another week off in August this year. I have not done two vacations in a year in awhile. My company uses NPTO so they do not track PTO times but measure the request against projects and deliverables. My boss approved my vacation so I have started booking things because I love to plan trips and travel. I’m going for a week so its all about the place and how I will get there and what I’ll go walking to see once there.

I’ve decided that Vancouver and Victoria BC are the places to go this August. Weather is pristine then for doing touristy things. The plan would be to fly up on a Sunday and spend three nights in Vancouver and go walking around, eating, drinking. Then I’ll catch the Ferry to Victoria and stay there two nights and explore. Finally, I’ll take Amtrak down to Seattle and then catch the Pacific Starlight home. This time though I got a roomette so I can relax and spoil myself. I’ll hop on the train on Saturday and get to see this beautiful country through the day and evening. I’ll eat the above average train food and drink a bit and spend the time in my room doing what I always do. Perhaps its poetic a bit and I remember one of my favorites about journeying forth,

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost

I’ll stop by some woods and will always have miles to go. And this one piece always haunts me and makes me remember other paths not taken and places not gotten.

So perhaps I’ll find yet another one when I venture forth to Vancouver and walk those streets. I did this trip with a backpack years and years ago and wandered the city streets and went to Victoria on the Ferry. I sat on the beach in Victoria camping out and drinking a lot of beer with a friend I met from Germany. We would buy a lot of beer and sit on some beach as the day ended. Nothing was gained but nothing was lost either. And that’s the measure of a lot of things. We don’t have to gain to do a thing. Maybe we find another path that takes us to some new place.