“I remember we were driving, driving in your car / Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk / City lights lay out before us / And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder / I had a feeling that I belonged / I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone / You got a fast car / But is it fast enough so you can fly away / You gotta make a decision / Leave tonight or live and die this way” ~ Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

I have a fantasy, a someday dream, a sometime in the far future dream. We have packed the Beetle with essentials: camping gear, camera equipment, and my guitar. We are headed west toward Devils Tower in Wyoming, along slow winding roads which no one ever travels except us. Our daily worries fade into the landscape like out of focus ideas. I still haven’t determined the why or how or when, but those details are not important. It’s just a dream, a simple escape in your fast car, to fly away.