End of Road Trip season

From Kestlenon’s Road Trip Set

      AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
      Healthy, free, the world before me,
      The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
 
      Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;
      Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
      Strong and content, I travel the open road.

      — From Song of the Open Road

I find Walt Whitman to be a bit overwrought and sentimental, but the end of summer makes you feel that way anyway, so why not succumb?