While my thoughts are on Alaska, I am reminded of an American couple I met on one of the public ferries that transports goods and passengers from town to town.

They were engaged in a serious game of cribbage and I couldn’t resist taking part in a pastime of my youth. I presented no challenge with my skills or lack thereof but they didn’t seem to mind the company.

They had met a few years before, both appeared in their forties, and after a date or two the man suggested that they sell their homes and embark on a trip throughout the country. Understandably the woman was hesitant to engage in such a drastic change of lifestyle with someone she barely knew.

But here it was a few years hence. Each had children from their previous marriages who were living independently. And they could continue their careers while on the road. Inevitably there were still many things to consider, but now they were both ready. So they sold virtually everything they owned and bought two motorcycles, taking all they might need, with savings to spare. The couple took great pleasure, with no callousness intended or inferred, in calling themselves “homeless.”

I do not recall if they had a route in mind or were just letting each day unfold, but I do remember they were just beginning their journey and I wished them well.

It was a glimpse into the choices one may make and the many ways there are to live one’s life.

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