Day 32-34: Signs

Day 32 journal

I have been on the road for one month now. A whole month away… it reminds me of when I went in 1998. Fun, productive, amazing adventure… and I have no desire to go back. As I watch the sunset at the ranch for the final time this year my heart breaks that I must leave.

I have decided to continue on with my quest, rather than return home… for another week at least. I think back to the person who told me that I would perish in the mountains of Colorado... and know what I have to do next; I will face Colorado and my destiny, to whatever end that may be. I feel as though I am at a crossroads in my life between deciding to live the adventure or return back to the life I knew… with neither answer being wrong.

I honestly don’t know, in a perfect version of each, which I would choose. I may not have the perfect option of either, but the knowledge that either one could be my reality, depending on what I choose; I makes me wonder what I want most from my life. Wife and children, happy at home… the life I came from. Or to move on, to live a life free of boundaries and chains… love and adventure on the road.

Is it a perfect ordinary life I lead, or is it the extraordinary?

Goodbye, Crazy M… thank you for all the gifts. When I next return I will have my answer.

Day 33-34 journal

I rode into Bozeman and I spent that night at my aunts and had a great time there. My cousin came by with some friends and her new boyfriend and he seemed really cool. They were all interesting and all really excited to meet me, the guy who was doing the impossible. J The next morning, I road out and sure enough my tire wasn’t in Bozeman, it was in Cody Wyoming. So I had breakfast with with my cousin at a small cafe and then hit the road. She has always been a really great friend to me and I am glad we had the time to catch up. She believes I am worth far more than even I give myself credit for. We shall see.

Upon arriving in Cody, I got my tire after my GPS tried to kill me. Ran out of gas, but made it otherwise unharmed. I sat in the place there a long time reflecting upon my quest and how far I’ve come. Also a lot about Colorado, where I was supposed to meet my tragic end…

In thermopolis, my bike wouldn’t start, and I got very frustrated. Engine flooded. I managed to figure it out and keep going. It was a hell of a first day back on the road.

Coming into Casper I rode through a thunderstorm, and saw the rainbow I asked my higher self for… it was beautiful and nice to know that my higher self was looking out for me.

When I arrived in Casper for the night, I found a little park to sleep in and noticed that my exhaust had burnt a hole into my saddle bag and destroyed some of my clothes. Among the casualties; my favorite socks, my favorite shirt and my silk riding shirt. L Sad day.