To Become a "Light"er Traveler
I have always fancied at the notion of being a one-suitcase kind of Journeywoman. One backpack complete with passport, cash, a few random clothes and underwear, something to read and a small snack and water for sustenance and you are Off to quite an array of destinations- healthy blood sugar levels included. But of course, that's never how it used to work with me (or most women for that matter).
Boy do I have news for you...as I was classicly cruising down Keahole Drive with a recently purchased pineapple sticking discontortantly out of my backpack as my designed-for-all-island-wear sundress (my one answer to random clothes that work well in warm-weather climates...you can honestly wear them ANYWHERE that requires clothing) was flittering up around my the tops of my knees, I realized, looking down at the Nalgene crammed in the registration compartment of my 'Ped' and feeling the weight of everything (save a scoop of laundry detergent and maybe one gallon of gasoline) I needed to survive for a few weeks on my back and the fresh breath of air going into my lungs and mind...I noticed that somewhere between small town Idaho, where my grandfather taught us to pack at least 5 gallons of water, snowboots and a heavy jacket and flashlight in the trunk of our cars at all times, to Winery Walla Walla, where the Fighting Warrior's Team Bus had to compartmentalize all of our hefty game gear (of course I always took one pair of shoes for the first half of the game and another even more flashy pair for the second half of the game- "Why not?" I thought, when I have twenty pairs to show off in my closet even if the idea presented is actually more advantageous for the duration of healthy feet) coolers of food and water and sports medicine equipment, to Lewiston where I had obtained a library larger than Lewis-Clark State's at the foot of my bed (I would sleep with books, use books as plates (ok, I still do that...), use books for doorstops and stepladders, etc., to Boise where the term "Graduate School" makes people believe you are lobbying for Forest Reduction (not fuels reduction like a normal environmentalist...I mean the opposite of friendly!) with the amount of printed reading material assigned for research....
...to a pineapple abruptly sticking out of my backpack (did I mention the scar it left on the back of my neck?) as my sundress blows in the wind on my Ped in the sun on Keahole Drive with fresh air in my lunges and mind...noticing that I had indeed finally become a Light(er) Traveler. Cheers to Wormholes and Mopeds.
P.s. "if the speed of light is exactly 299,792,458 mps, what's the speed of dark?"