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The Lewis And Clark Tale Has All The All The Elements That One Would Want To Put Into A Movie. It Has The, Continual Threat For Life; It's Got The Thread Of Indians; It's Got Disease. It Has Daily Risk Where These Men May Go Under The Water. It's Got The Fight With The Elements. It's Got The El The Role Of The Unknown Continually Threatening Them.

What You've Done Becomes The Judge Of What You're Going To Do - Especially In Other People's Minds. When You're Traveling, You Are What You Are Right There And Then. People Don't Have Your Past To Hold Against You. No Yesterdays On The Road.

Instead Of Insight, Maybe All A Man Gets Is Strength To Wander For A While.

On The Old Highway Maps Of America, The Main Routes Were Red And The Back Roads Blue. Now Even The Colors Are Changing.

At Any Particular Moment In A Man's Life, He Can Say That Everything He Has Done And Not Done, That Has Been Done And Not Been Done To Him, Has Brought Him To That Moment. If He's Being Installed As Chieftain Or Receiving A Nobel Prize, That's A Fulfilling Notion. But If He's In A Sleeping Bag At Ten Thousand Feet In A Snowstorm, Parked In The Middle Of A Highway And Waiting To Freeze To Death, The Idea Can Make Him Feel Calamitously Stupid.