It means different things to all of us. For some it means going to a place that has limited resources. For some it’s going to a better place. For some it’s going to a place for inspiration or energy.
When I was learning the “particulars” of road cycling up in Flagstaff the Wolf would regularly put on “clinics” for us younger riders. Meaning that we would try to impose our youthful exuberance on him. Turns out the Wolf was just waiting. Patience does come with age you know. After we had “shown our cards” he would in a not so subtle way show us the error of our ways. I think if you have ridden enough you will know what I am talking about. Young punk kid thinks he can out ride old man. Old man gives out beatings like you breathe air. Enough said.
In my long winded story (I am getting to something here) we used to do this “going to the Well.” Or if you were the Wolf we were going to have lunch with Lucky. (Lucky was the white lab that guarded the gas station) Really he just laid around waiting for you to pet him. I was talking with an old friend of mine Dr. R up in Montana. His name will not be revealed less he lose his license. But we were reminiscing about old times. We probably haven’t seen each other in 7 or 8 years. But in an instant we were taken to the “Well” and we both had the same experiences will going and trying to get home from the “Well” with the Wolf.
So whatever your “Well” is I hope you make it there, and coming back is mandatory.
Happy fucking Friday.