Follow your roots

1st day of July.
Two months of travels before me.
A blip a day to keep track of where the trail takes me.

To quote the great Jack Kerouac:

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.