THIS was really the toughest day. We woke up at 5am in the desert, had a quick breakfast of cereal and powdered milk (that we had mixed up the night before in Hite, bagels with peanut butter and bananas. We were on our bikes by 6am and there was already a strong head wind. I won't steal Matt's thunder because I'm sure he will write about it all tomorrow morning, but I'll just say that at one point he was contimplating both stopping to take a nap (remember, it is the desert, about 95 degrees out, no shade, and we have about 65 miles and 4,000 feet of climbing to go...and limited water)and hitching a ride to Blanding. In the end we made it. Long story. It took us over 8 hours of actual riding, and an elapsed time of over 12 hours!!!!! When does this get fun?
when we did review/preview the only positive things the boys could think of were the enormous ice cream cones they had for dessert (Thank you Kim & Dave). They were absolutely wiped!!!! We all were. Tomorrow we are only riding a half day to Montecello. Then into Colorado.
OK, that's it for me. I'm going to bed. Matt will fill you in on the rest in the morning.
Here are three things I am very grateful for 1)My skirt 2)my Solio (solar charger) 3)that I cut my hair so short before leaving on this trip
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Once experiencing the very real
moments of your decision, the day to day slog, must makes the reality of your daily life on the road,even more substantial. This is probably the most difficult and most beautiful part of your journey. Along with Colorado..
How wonderful that some of your good friends have crossed paths with you. That centers the experience and brings you back in a way, to a life that at this point must seem very far away. It is interesting that Djina finds herself daydreaming, as she pumps the pedals, of other trips, other adventures. The fact is, that this is the adventure..right now.
Life will have its way at developing the next round of adventures..whether its by motorcycle, Italy, or Spain, or
through Amsterdam. Whichever one or none, or all of these next things will be, the fact is, that right now this is the adventure of a lifetime. This is the proving ground for understanding yourself and your family and it sounds to me like it all, every sweaty mile of it, is the best day of your life. We here--surrounded by our homes and gardens, and life's little moments, are reading about your experience and wondering, probably knowing, that we wouldn't measure up to this task. So my hat is off to you..my mystical hat, the one I forget to wear, the one that is sitting on a hook by the door..that hat..it jumps up and down with happiness and greets you with a jaunty nod. Yvette, The Aunt of one.
Yes, this is the adventure right now, and I really try to live in the moment but the great thing about a trip like this, where you are on your bike for 12 hrs. everyday, is that you have hours and hours of being in the moment so you can afford the luxury of sneaking off for a few hours of delicious fantasizing; about bike trips in Europe, motorcycle rides through Wyoming/Montana, even having sex with Johnny Depp, in all his pirate regalia, and three hours later, when you are done with all this fantasizing, you are still in the moment. Not much has changed except maybe the direction of the wind. And you are 20 miles closer to a shower and an ice cold Gatorade. You feel so much more relaxed and have this inexplicable urge for pizza and a cigarette.
That's the thing about my everyday life, I have so little time for daydreaming. That is one of the luxuries of this trip, that IS the moment...riding along, hatching schemes and plans...and still having so many hours to be present.
I'm like this in other facets of my life too. When I see great art, even though I am really trying to be "in the moment" I'm also being inspired to incorporate something of what moved me, into my life. Maybe into a quilt I am making, or a painting I am painting, or some art project I am working on. And many of the things that make me happiest in my life right now, were ideas that hatched out of daydreaming.
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