I've been reading blogs, enviously.  My travels are short, Lil Bit and I have been walking through the beauties of our extended backyard.  The price of gas has taken a big bite out of some of my more ambitious plans.  I am lucky that my backyard is so rich in resources.  Some days we ramble through the Bookcliffs, an area that at a distance looks quite barren.  Cars zoom past on I-70 never dreaming of the possibilities.  Little trails meander through the quiet reaches of your heart, opening up to quiet meadows to rest your soul.  Birds play with the wind, occasionaly an eagle may soar high above and take your thoughts and dreams with her.  What a beautiful way to travel.  We sit on boulders and drink in the peace. 
Another early morning we journeyed to watch the cranes lift off from Hart's Basin.  The locals keep count, how or why I can't imagine.  One at first stuggles from the water, then dozens, hundreds, even thousands.  The flapping causes you to tighten every muscle to help them on.  Then they find their thermal wind.  They glide effortlessly, one by one forming a huge V, then another, and another, helping each other on their way.  Your muscles relax, leaning back, enjoying the beauty of the morning, their success, as a group, as one.  None travel alone.  Do we?