DAY 17 JUNE 18, 2013

Left Syracuse this morning headed south towards Binghamton NY and soon ran into fog on the road. It wasn't so thick as to make it unsafe to drive but gave the ride a surreal effect. It was kind of a Twilight Zone experience with nothing in front of or behind you like you exist but not in the normal world. Fog burned off and we turned west on I-86 finding ourselves on a lightly traveled interstate through forests and farmland, very green, very pretty. We continued west just enjoying a cool cloudy day and decent roads. Met up with I-90 towards the end of the day crossing Pennsylvania and on into Ohio before kick stands down and calling it, an easy 475 or so today.


On a bike you really do become part of the environment and you notice things you would miss in a car, smell is one of the heightened senses. You can smell the cigarette smoke if you're following a smoker, or the antifreeze of an overheating car. One of my favorites is following a bus burning reclaimed cooking oil, it smells like you're following a huge McDonalds french fry down the street. What brought this to mind today is while riding in the fog I could smell fresh cut trees like a freshly cut Christmas tree and we soon overtook a lumber truck loaded with logs. The smells assaulting us every day just overwhelm the senses.

Headed west but not really towards AZ yet and thinking about how much I miss my wife when as usual the radio just sort of summed up my thoughts:


Sometimes I grow weary,
From goin' all the time.
I love to take a minute,
Let you ease my mind.

I'd love to see my mama
Maybe go for a drive
But I gotta play the star in some little town again tonight

Don't get me wrong
I love what I do
It's just another song about missing you

 Callin' me home
Callin' me home
Callin' me home, yeah

Oh, oh, we're almost home

Like a phone call from my baby
Sayin honey I miss ya, I miss ya like crazy
Just like the song of a siren song
Eric Church

Miss ya babe but not quite ready to turn home.