Some signs are for you.  And some signs aren’t for you.

This sign on Eastbound Interstate 70 in eastern Utah doesn’t seem to be for me.  I have pondered and pondered it for several years since first seeing it.  Carefully noted its location about 1 mile east of the Moab turnoff.  Slowed down to try to get a decent picture.

Looked for the corresponding sign on the Westbound I-70.    Discovered it is nearly 40 MILES to the east!

I confess, it is a mystery.  What am I supposed to DO about the “Eagles on Highway”?

Someday I’ll steal this sign and hang it on the wall in the Wanderlust Cafe. Where it might make a whole lot more sense after imbibing some wine or hibiscus juice.

– with love for the journey.

Photo by Lou Ann Granger

Somewhere at the crossroads, one finds the Wanderlust Cafe.  A meeting place, a place of respite, a  place to have some exotic tea or a stiff drink, eat fruits and simple food, a place to stow your pack in a safe corner, or lay out a few trade goods for sale.  Listen to foreign tongues, write or sketch in your journal, argue philosophy, send postcards and file dispatches, or just sit and dream.  Send some emails (though we can’t guarantee the internet is working, shrug).

There’s spies and smugglers and adventurers and artists and all other sorts of low-lifes.   Fortunetellers.  Bards.  Poets.  Pilgrims.  Gods and goddesses in disguise.  One never knows.

Where is it?  Along the Silk Road, off the Barbary Coast, on a Greek island somewhere near Delphi or Shangri-La.  Hard to find, hard to miss.  Under the shade of a centuries-old mango tree.  Adorned by long-limbed descendants of Egyptian temple cats.  A place to tie up the camels and the horses and dust off your fedora.  Swap some stories, or some lies.  Hatch a conspiracy.  Dance if you wish.  Scream if you need to.  Love if you dare.

Welcome!

- with love for the journey

Visual Journal page by Lou Ann Granger