Have you ever been West? All my life, I have always been fascinated by the notion of going West. The wild West. Western expansion. Ever since famed newspaper editor, Horace Greeley, first printed the words, “Go West, young man…” It has been the direction of adventure, untapped potential; the untamed unknown.
You can go up North, or down South, or you can go back East, but to go West, you have to go out. Out West—even the sound of it evokes thoughts of adventure, discovery, and freedom. I have nothing against traveling these other directions, and in fact, some of my best adventures I have traveled in those directions. For me however, out West will always be the lure of the unknown frontier. Out West is where your mettle is tested. Out West is where you leave your mark.
Throughout history, civilizations have forged their legacy by going West. The Romans conquered Gaul, and then Britain. The Vikings found glory in Germany, Scotland, and Ireland. They discovered Greenland, Iceland and North America; all by heading West. Spain found untold wealth in the Americas. The pilgrims found religious freedom. Our own United States discovered mountains, rivers, deserts, and the Pacific Ocean by sending explorers Lewis and
Clark west into the unknown. A gold rush, the railroads, and a trail to Oregon all were cemented in history by the desire, the yearning, the urge to go West. Out West. You need look no further than the Gateway Arch in St. Louis as to the importance of going West and how it shaped the landscape and the power of the U.S. on the world stage. That Monument is a testament to the unrivaled spirit that is the West. Out West.
My desire is to share with you stories of my own adventures going West. No matter the direction, back East to New York, or down South to Texas, or up North to Alaska…every adventure story begins with the same burning question…
Have you ever been West?
Jen Schaffer
Yes! I love the National Parks of the West. Arches. Zion. Sequoia Forrests. ❤️❤️❤️
Lea Guinn
Don’t forget, Fort Worth is where the West begins. Not St. Louis. It was only a jumping off place to start your way west but it didn’t actually start until you headed west from Ft. Worth. After there, you were on your own.