Sad, but true, even the best of tumbleweeds get stuck sometimes. Life likes to throw a lot of curve balls at us that most of the time we are able to hit out of the park and tumble on. Occasionally, though, we will strike out and get stuck in the dugout. I know this because it has happened to me. If it happens to you, I hope you have a friend that will give you a shove. My friend is Tracy. We have known each other since second grade. (I won’t tell you how many decades that is, but I will tell you I usually shave at least one off when asked. We can’t possibly this old.) Our lives often go in different directions, but when we catch up with each other it’s like no time has passed at all. I had been stuck for quite a while, ignoring my itchy feet, forgetting how much joy travelling brought me, when we reconnected a few years ago. I went out to Raleigh to see her. We visited our old stomping grounds in Norfolk, caught up with her mom in Chesapeake, and spent a little time in the Outer Banks. That was what I needed to put me back in the game. Even when COVID put the world in a tailspin, I would get in my car and drive around until I found a deserted spot to photograph. I never want to get stuck again; life is too short.

When the world started turning again, Tracy asked me to meet up with her to do some camping. We met at Watson’s Mill Bridge State Park and ended at Indian Springs State Park here in Georgia. The final stop was to meetup with a group of fellow campers. Its nice to meet up with kindred spirits and form new friendships. I still don’t manage to tumble as often and as far as I would like, but it’s wonderful not being stuck anymore.