Posted by To most people it is just a nameless junction onto the I17 Freeway that they will have forgotten before they’ve even driven through it.
To me it is where I made one of the most interesting decisions of my life: To give up on an adventure I’d dreamed of for years.
It was at this junction, just over two years ago, that I pulled up with my bike, sat down with a map and decided that I couldn’t do the trip I’d planned. It was here that I realised my heart wasn’t in this trip. It wanted to go home and try and save what proved to be a doomed relationship.
It was here, two years ago, that I turned left and headed back to St George and ultimately home.
Today, I got out of my car and was surprised to find it to be just a hot, dry featureless piece of ground.
I have been thinking of this junction a lot over the last couple of weeks, knowing that soon I would be returning to it. I guess I was expecting some kind of cathartic cleansing returning to this spot, but I didn’t. I just felt … hot.
I wandered around a bit, snapped off a couple of photos, and then jumped back into my air-conditoned car and departed.
This time however, I turned right … even though I’m still heading home.