It just happened to me. Driving through Hungry Horse, Montana (yes, it is a real place) on the way to Glacier National Park. Something compelled me to pay more attention to the odometer than the speeding traffic around me, and I found myself reaching for my camera. It was as if my limbs were no longer under my control. Before I could break the spell, the shot had already been taken.
The same compulsion is driving me to post and share my 100,000-mile mark with people I have never met.
Why do people do this? Why do whales beach themselves? Why is water so wet? Just another mystery I guess.