Pure Air

"Looking for a home" includes all the great homey things.
Lately however, besides trying to find better bang for the buck places to be I want pure air.
I want to give myself of finding a congenial place that has abundant 'pollution free' pure outdoor air to breathe.
Where is a place on earth that has a fair amount of creature comforts and really high quality outdoor air to breathe.
Are there studies locating such places?
Is there scientific research that has been published naming such locations?
Recently I found a lot of poor quality air in Canada, but also found areas where the air seemed. What has been your experience? Where might it be profitable to search for pure air.

Discovery

The feeling of vagabonding, wandering freely,is a joy of mine. I greatly enjoy the change and variety my senses bring to me as I move through the world. At times I go one step beyond the step beyond so as to improve my chances for a peak experience, and even enjoy the little danger and adventure involved. I have found the delight of exotic beauty and the fine points of foreign religion good.

The above is a preamble to a sort of confession, I have said that I enjoy exploration and discovery. When one is observant, awake, and alert to it, the greatest discovery is self-discovery. The newness of experience on a trip tends to keep so mindful and alert that I not only learn of other lands and people, but also a great deal about myself.

Years ago I discovered one of the particular things about myself which surprised me. These years later there is still much I have to learn about that particular discovery. Still I have learned much and can name it. It is part of the reality of who I have been and likely to be in the future.

The fact seems to be that in much of my wanderings and travels and perhaps in every trip make,this fact is somehow expressed.

The fact is I 'am looking for a home.'

In truth, most of my life I have been well housed and very much at home. Right now I am content in my desert home. However, there have been acts in my travels near and far which may be interpreted as looking for a home. Travel may spark some atavistic sense in me or activate a bent of psyche. A keen observer of me who asks, "Now what is he doing?" or "Why is he doing that?" may well answer, "Ah, yes, hes is looking for a home."

This is one of those bits of knowledge which adds beauty and meaning to my experience of travel.

Serious Plans for Fun?

I'm not quite ready to begin my new adventure. The ridge-cap on the rental roof is not complete. I'm out of contact with my renter who is not fulfilling our agreement. I've not yet decided how to take care of mail, house, etc. as I go vagabonding for months at a time.
Still, I find my mind turning toward that adventure. One idea that has come to me is to put the futon mattress and and a suitcase in the back of my old van and head south.
Last year I headed east by northeast in a similar way. I drove over 10000 miles in just over a month. I continued for a couple of days northeast of Quebec City. It was a good trip except for stepping in bear poop, tracking it into the van and from there into the super market. My nose is not as good as it once was. Saw a lot of beautiful country and spoke with many beautiful people. I did decide that I would not drive so far in so short a time by myself again.

But,,,,, I have not taken a real driving trip through Mexico and beyond since the early '60s.

Saved Again

We are being,as a society and as a polity,saved by 'Black' Americans again!
Review Nixon's SB1

How will we express our gratitude??

Dreams of Discovery, Romance, and Gentle Adventure

I seek to pick up myself and my resources, claim freedom, and make a new beginning.
I'm dreaming of discovery and gentle adventure. I'd like to share my dreams and doings with you. I could use your encouragement and council.

My dreams so far are unclear and cloudy. I'm relaxed in a slightly exotic hot tub, I'm listening to wise and experienced talk, through the steam is the suggestion of an attractive female form. Travel is part of the dream. Names move before me: Malaysia; Santa Rosa de los Osos; Maldova; Medellin, Antioquia; Merida, Venezuela; Cambodia; Bolivia; Salta, Uruguay; Morocco; Egypt; Chaing Mai, Thailand; Hidalgo, Michoacan....

My resources are limited. For this adventure I have a 70 year old body and an income of about $1500, backed by a stake of about $5000. I have an old van and a newish suitcase.

As a back up I have, The Joshua Tree House and Camp Thunderbird, two houses. The JT House is occupied by the somewhat irresponsible young wife of a Marine deployed in Iraq. I am living in Camp T-bird. The rent from the JT place and a small bank account keep the houses.

More soon.