I have a business trip this weekend to Denver, and it's made me think a bit about travelling in general.

There's something very powerful about a journey.  The act of setting one's foot on the road to begin it is representative of a commitment, of risk and opportunity, of adventure.  It always feels that way to me, regardless of how mundane the purpose of my trip, or of the manner of conveyance.  I've always loved to travel, it has always invoked that sense of adventure.  I especially enjoy travelling with my loved ones, particularly my wife.  We have the best talks, about any and everything (the meandering path of our topics of conversation is a journey in and of itself), and it's times like that when I truly realize the value of her company, the beauty and grace of her mind.

I travel mostly on business these days, and even that is a rarity; young children can make one very content to stay at home, as well as put into perspective just how small the interior of a vehicle really is.  They are growing up, though, and I think it's time to start having some adventures on the road with them.  This weekend is for work, but who knows what the future will bring?

I've been around technology all my life.  I learned my ABCs from an HP3000 in a time when there was no such thing as a personal computer and the idea of anyone having a computer at home would seem a reversal of semantics, as most computers took up so much space one could live in the rooms that housed them.  And yet, i find myself increasingly shying away from technology rather than heralding it as an early adopter.  My reluctance to embrace the blogging phenomenon and only now taking a LiveJournal account could perhaps bear witness.  Or it could simply be a desire to avoid scrutiny.  At any rate, my wife Jen who has for quite some time labored to sway me to adopt a presence here at LiveJournal has finally achieved victory, largely through the suggestion of this username.

Who knows, perhaps this will not be my sole entry.  There are times when it is enjoyable to see one's thoughts put into words and to have those words read by someone, even if they are little more than the gossamer strands of cobwebs scraped from the corners of one's mind.