Ladakh 15 – Blue Highways

I’ve always been in the habit of ‘having a book on the go’ and I read many during my 13 month circumnavigation of the world. That was one motivation for setting up the book exchange in the office of Kashmir Himalayan Expeditions. Someone deposited a copy of William Least Heat-Moon’s Blue Highways and I’m only slightly ashamed to say that once I’d dipped into it, I felt unable to return it.

In fact, it is now sitting on one of my bookshelves here in Jakarta ready to be dipped into again. It’s not so much the conversations he had as he followed the roads less-travelled across America, as the seemingly random philosophical thoughts which grabbed me.

Travel is about the journey more than the destination. As Henry Miller said, and he’s another author who framed my journey, “Our destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.”

Dotted through my diary are quotes from Blue Highways which resonated with me then … and still do now. This post brings them together.

My page references are from the Picador edition pub. 1983.

(Download an excerpt from Blue Highways here.)

p.17
It is a contention of Heat Moon’s – believing as he does that any traveller who misses the journey misses all he’s going to get – that a man becomes his attentions. His observations and curiosity, they make and remake him.

Etymology: ‘curious’, once related to cure, once meant ‘carefully observant’.
‘Absurd’, by the way, derives from a Latin word meaning ‘deaf, dulled’.

Maybe the road could provide a therapy through observation and obvious, a means whereby the outer eye opens an inner one. STOP, LOOK, LISTEN, the old railroad signs warned. Walt Whitman calls it “the profound lesson of reception“.
p.84
I learned to travel, then travelled to learn.

p.163
What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do – especially in other people’s minds. When you’re travelling, you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterday’s on the road.

p.215/6
The word ‘error’ comes from a Middle English word ‘erren’, which means to wander about, as in ‘knight errant’. The word evolved to mean ‘going astray’, and that evolved to mean ‘mistake’. As for ‘mistake’, it derives from Old Norse and once meant ‘to take wrongly’.

If a man can keep alert and imaginative, an error is a possibility, a chance at something new; to him, wandering and wondering are part of the same process, and he is most mistaken, most in error, whenever he quits exploring.

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