About to fold it, put it away, I look at the map. I look at the long, long yellow line, highlighting the route.

Wow! I did that. That’s a pretty big deal.

And it’s no big deal.

When you’re in the car day to day, it’s just putting the foot to the pedal—or the cruise control on—and stopping for gas when the tank runs low. Truckers do it all the time. Back and forth across the continent.

No. No big deal at all.

But now a week later I look at the big yellow circle across so many states, it's a big deal. I see my little civic hugging those roads, it's a big deal. I feel a delight, riches, an amazement. A post-travel joy...

Just over 4400 miles clocked in one month. Starting and ending in Lafayette, Louisiana.

Perhaps the most distant point from 'go' was San Rafael, California, north of San Francisco. Maybe even Marin Academy gym, where the Shintaido evals and exams were held. Ha! How cool! :)

It's all beautiful.