Left Flagstaff about 7:30 with a stop on the way, home by 10. That's really all there was to today but not really a good recap of the last 33 days.
I could fill pages and pages with things that create lasting memories about this trip, but aren't they all like that?
Everything from the towering mountains, a Moose with her baby, a large black wolf staring from the roadside, glaciers, roads built years ago with a purpose that go from paved to gravel instantly. The list goes on and on and I haven't even started on the people.
People like Sean and Bill who we shared a few meals with on Ducati motorcycles who made it to the arctic circle. Steve on his Triumph Tiger on month 36 of an around the world solo trip, humbling. The lone rider who told us about the railroad tunnel to Whittier, thanks. The photographer who was riding solo up the Cassair Highway on her Harley, and not for the first time, who reminded me of a Neil Young song:
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair
flyin' in the wind
She's been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with
the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.
Would I do it again? That I can't answer because my wife reads this. For now I'm content to just keep it going in my mind.
1 comment:
Chuck,because of you, I have done things on a bike that few people can claim! A heartfelt thanks for the experience/memories. Few know what you go through to plan,but I appreciate the insight,patience, and compassion you show to all. I love you like a brother....JB
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