Somewhere in the back of my head was the thought that I'd make a giant, slow counterclockwise circle around the country, but due to recent developments, tomorrow I'll say goodbye to this enchanting place outside Patagonia, fire up the van, and start making my way back to LA.
In a couple of months, I'll be stepping away from this life on the road to go live a different sort of life on the road – you know, one of those music things. I got a call recently informing me that, at least in certain parts of the world, actual live music isn't completely dead yet, so starting around mid-May, I'll spend three months bouncing around Australia performing with a big band. Needless to say, I'm probably the only guy on the tour who will view living out of hotel rooms for three solid months as a significant lifestyle upgrade, but then, after looking above at my home for the past week, perhaps not. Time will tell.
It certainly has been a relaxing stint in these sprawling grasslands, and as I was telling fellow nomad Boonie this afternoon after he rolled into the area, it would be easy for me to stay right here for a few more weeks. But some minor suspension-related issues have arisen on the van, and because I want to take care of them before they grow into bigger issues (along with a few other upgrades while I'm at it), I've decided to go back now and spend a couple of weeks in the Workshop of Dreams.
Assuming all goes smoothly with that, I'll probably head back out on the open for a month or so before returning to LA to fly to Oz. All in all, a considerable change in plans, but hardly a bad one. And it highlights a key advantage of this simple and nomadic life – greater freedom to roll with the punches and take advantage of whatever opportunities life throws my way.