"The Highway Walkers & Me"- The Poem

En route to Mt. Hood, we were lucky enough to have been picked up by Tara. We caught a ride outside North Platte, NE and she took us all the way to Denver. She really saved the day. She sums the whole experience up in a lovely poem she sent us a couple months ago.
Thank again for the ride Tara!

The Highway Walkers and Me
One girl.
One road.
One destination.

Our paths would soon cross,
new thought would emerge,
and that's when we would become a trio of free birds.

The chance you may get,
is one you should not overlook.

You may get it once,
and then never again.

I helped with the passing of a torch,
Two lives en route to Mt. Hoods front porch.

They knew it would not be easy,
to explore a road unknown.

They accepted the challenge,
and into the world they were thrown.

They followed their dreams,
and I filled up the seams.

In search of beauty,
in search of some truth.

A caravan of cavernous thought,
an exploration of what we'd been taught.

The road became divine and the laughter passed the time.

Creating a reality worth living
and experiencing a unique gift by giving.

We changed the course of our lives,
by taking a chance to unite.

The weaving of our lives entwined,
by allowing the intervention of the divine.

The exploration of life,
the passing of time,
and forming this bond to feel sublime.

Miles of road and miles of trust
the connection of human life formed from dust.

The flow of idea, the river of ideal
Through mountains of thought and valleys of the surreal.

Aim for the birds highest up in the trees.
They see a reality that we will only dream.
- Tara