just outside yosemite

should i tell you about the distance we have covered?

should i tell you what kurt's computer says?

should i tell you how many miles per hour, how many hours per day, how that translates onto a map?

or...

should i tell you about moving at a pace where you can make eye contact with cows...

and they stare back at you.

how we move at a pace where you can see ever leaf blowing in the wind...

and wonder which ones are edible.

how you can see every hair on a moustached motorcyclist face as he smiles and waves whilst wizzing by you...

and you smile and wave and think isn't this country grand.

should i tell you how long it would take to cover the same distance by car?

or....

should i tell you about stopping at every river crossing

and jumping in,

mourning for every song bird killed along the side of the road,

and wondering if every dead rattlesnake met her fate from lust for the heat of the pavement or hunger for the bird.