We were sitting in the coffee shop in Oxford when it hit me. Samm and I had just driven the exact same route, and now were in the exact same cafe that I had gone to on my way up North. It was a bizarre feeling, like I had just re-written history. A do over. I guess it was also ironic going on a trip mimicking the same journey I had done seeking enlightenment into a problematic life going through a marriage crisis, with the other half of said marriage. The fact that I felt we had bonded a bit on this trip made it seem even more important. There have been several seemingly off the beaten path types of places that I have run across in my travels, and sometimes I even remark that I probably won’t be coming back through these places again. Funny enough, I have ended up going back to these exact spots and it always makes me feel strangely reflective about myself. Like how is this time different, what is different about me, and are things better in my life than the last time that I was here. This was one of those times. The thing that I carry with me as a married man is that whenever I go anywhere without her, I always find myself wishing I was seeing these things with her. So to have a do over on this first leg of my Northern voyage, was a satisfying experience.