It occurred to me at some point that I have never—at any point in my life—been so physically distant from anything remotely familiar to me.
I have been alone, even isolated, in familiar places. I have traveled to remote places in other countries, but always with those close to me. It is an odd, disconnected feeling to be on my own, so far from home, in a place that is so spare, remote and in its own way removed from the world.
Flying into this place strips it of a frame of reference that driving would have provided. Fortunately, the GPS crapped out on me midway to nowhere today, and I am having the opportunity to get lost in the analog way. That is helping me to rediscover a sense of place; tomorrow I will rediscover my awesome map reading skills as I venture yet further north, further west, and into yet another timezone.
Looking forward to it.