A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
I know that down here somewhere is going to be a patch of grass where I am going to pitch my tent. And it can't come too soon, I am seriously tired by now.
Finally you can see it, if you click to see the larger photo and then squint, it's in the centre of the photo, though very small. It's very small because it's still miles away. I'm trying hard to put one foot in front of the other.