It occured to me, a few days ago, that some people who read this blog might be a bit confused as to why my titles are always so cryptic. Like, why do I bother to list San Francisco? Most of my posts are from San Francisco. I live in San Francisco. And what is day 387? Well, that's a simple answer - it's 387 days since I left on my big bike trip last year. But why list that seemingly random number?
When I left on my trip last year, I had no idea what to expect. I thought that I was leaving on a fairly concrete journey, with a beginning and an end. But what evolved felt a lot more open-ended than that. I ended up on about 3 different journeys, all in one. And when I was done, when I snapped that picture at Walt Disney World, I felt a powerful sense that I didn't want it to be over. That's when I realized: it not only doesn't have to be, it can't be over. As long as I live and breathe, this is the journey I'm on. That was true spiritually and figuratively, but I decided then and there that it would also be true literally; that I would one day get on my bike and ride again, someplace, some time. And even though those plans got put on hold this year, that's still my goal. Someday you will wake up and the title of this post will be "Day XX - Nice, France" or "Day YY - Canberra, Australia". Or the Antarctic. Who knows. Maybe the Isle of Man. The point is: life is a highway. I'm going to ride it. All night long.
See you around the next corner.