I have kept a personal journal most of my life. Although I may not always be regular in it's entries, I try to keep it going. I found this entry and thought I might post it here...
Enjoy...
I finished loading the bike and pulled out of the small dirt driveway at 8:23 this morning.
I am heading to the Kancamagus Highway in New Hampshire. 265 miles north east of my humble little cabin.
The GPS is set to avoid all major highways and most secondary roads in search of the dirt byways. I could drive down dirt roads all day. Its not so much the road surface as much as it is, Dirt roads don't have to follow the same rules as paved highways do. There's more fun when you don't have as many rules...
People who take the road less traveled, take it, not so much for the destination as they do for the journey. You see all destinations have a journey, but not all journeys have a destination, and not all who wander are lost...
And so it is with me...
My life is the journey. I already know my life's destination. And I'm not in any real hurry to get there. And this is why I take these short and wonderful little journeys I love so much... Today I wish Tommy - my nephew- was going with me. We have done this particular trip several times already but we both love it...
The day began to warm up, but by the time I arrive close to Albany, heavy dark clouds move in blocking out the sun and the perfect blue sky I enjoyed all morning. I meet a few other bikers on their way from Cape Cod. They are on Harley's. They tell me it has been dark since six am but it has not rained... I think this may be good news. I take the highway and stow the toll ticket thinking of how much I really hate this highway, but it will get me through the city and into Vermont quicker and lower my head and twist the throttle.
I'm soon off the highway and heading east on Route 7 into Vermont. They sky has cleared and the temperature has risen. It has finally become summer! I look around and enjoy the perfect day.
I head into the mountains using a seasonal highway. Halfway up a tree covered mountain, I pull over next to a small crystal clear mountain stream. No one is around. It's quiet and sounds of the water singing it's mountain song as it tumbles down the rocks to the valley below, makes me feel peaceful deep into my soul.
And this is why I take these wonderful little journeys.
I remove my clothes and step into the cold water. it feels good but takes my breath away as I sit down and let the icy water wash over my shoulders.
Yep, this is why I take these little journeys...
Enjoy...
I finished loading the bike and pulled out of the small dirt driveway at 8:23 this morning.
I am heading to the Kancamagus Highway in New Hampshire. 265 miles north east of my humble little cabin.
The GPS is set to avoid all major highways and most secondary roads in search of the dirt byways. I could drive down dirt roads all day. Its not so much the road surface as much as it is, Dirt roads don't have to follow the same rules as paved highways do. There's more fun when you don't have as many rules...
People who take the road less traveled, take it, not so much for the destination as they do for the journey. You see all destinations have a journey, but not all journeys have a destination, and not all who wander are lost...
And so it is with me...
My life is the journey. I already know my life's destination. And I'm not in any real hurry to get there. And this is why I take these short and wonderful little journeys I love so much... Today I wish Tommy - my nephew- was going with me. We have done this particular trip several times already but we both love it...
The day began to warm up, but by the time I arrive close to Albany, heavy dark clouds move in blocking out the sun and the perfect blue sky I enjoyed all morning. I meet a few other bikers on their way from Cape Cod. They are on Harley's. They tell me it has been dark since six am but it has not rained... I think this may be good news. I take the highway and stow the toll ticket thinking of how much I really hate this highway, but it will get me through the city and into Vermont quicker and lower my head and twist the throttle.
I'm soon off the highway and heading east on Route 7 into Vermont. They sky has cleared and the temperature has risen. It has finally become summer! I look around and enjoy the perfect day.
I head into the mountains using a seasonal highway. Halfway up a tree covered mountain, I pull over next to a small crystal clear mountain stream. No one is around. It's quiet and sounds of the water singing it's mountain song as it tumbles down the rocks to the valley below, makes me feel peaceful deep into my soul.
And this is why I take these wonderful little journeys.
I remove my clothes and step into the cold water. it feels good but takes my breath away as I sit down and let the icy water wash over my shoulders.
Yep, this is why I take these little journeys...
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| Tommy and our bikes on the Ticonderoga Ferry |
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