Traveling by Heart An account of the voluntary, volunteering trek that woke the Took in this previously un-Tookish Hobbit.

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The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow,if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then?

I cannot say. 

Up until recently I was happy living in my warm, quiet home, living a warm quiet life, pouring over maps and dreaming of the big world outside my door.  Then, last November, I got a taste of adventure that awoke in me the Tookish nature passed down from a South Sea faring Irish Great Grandmother on my mother's side, and from global trekking, far corners of the Earth exploring grandparents on my father's side.  A decidedly Tookish nature that I thought had skipped a generation, but stirred the first time a set foot on an international flight to Cuba, on a trip with persons unknown to places unknown.  It had a short hibernation, but is back with a vengeance.  Generally Hobbitish by nature, I like to plan and prepare.  And so we find ourselves here, in preparation for a new adventure, about a year out from the date when I set foot on The Road, to travel with persons unknown, to destinations unknown.