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The Long And Lonely Road

One of the things I actually like most about riding is the solitude.  When you are on the bike, you are alone with your thoughts, and while you might be traveling with someone or a group, you are all by yourself on the bike, and isolated from your traveling companions for hours at a time -- especially if you choose to ride without communications gear as I do.  Out in the far West the towns are far apart, and the traffic sparse, and at times the sky dominates the horizon and you literally can get lost in time and space -- just enjoying the solitude for it's own sake. 

Like this picture -- riding west on US-12 in the high prairie of eastern Washington.  The sun is shining, the fresh wheat fields just harvested, and the road is my own. 

Got to love it!  Although I'm almost home,  I have to confess as well that as we pulled into Lewiston, Idaho, and passed a junction for US-93 South – which goes south through Idaho, and into Nevada and Arizona, and a road I took back in May on a solo bike trip, I thought, Hmmm, maybe we don’t need to go home after all.


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Aug. 3rd, 2008 11:06 am (UTC)
Yeah, I am loving the pictures and the updates. What a journey, I'm glad you're having a great time.

Maybe one day I'll go on a road trip of my own.
Aug. 3rd, 2008 02:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks, am glad you are enjoying it. And aren't you off on a big trip anyway? -- Korea!
Aug. 3rd, 2008 04:22 pm (UTC)
That's a great picture!!!

Almost home huh?
Aug. 4th, 2008 12:10 am (UTC)
Yeah, I think I'll have that one done into an enlargement and framed in my office... almost home! Ocean Shores now, Neah Bay tomorrow then home...for a while at least...
Sep. 9th, 2008 06:46 pm (UTC)
This has got to be probably the best picture of all your journey's. I know why you want this for you book. I love this picture.

The road goes ever on. Over mountains and streams, along oceans and beaches. Within caves and hollows. The foot-hills' companion and the paths of the vagabond.

The miles diminish behind you and sky rises before. Ahead awaits a warm bed and rest for your restless legs and weary head. Don't run till your legs are weak and your mouth is dry.

Rest now, my friend. For as sure as the sun will rise, the journey will continue ever on.

*Hugs and Kisses*
Sep. 10th, 2008 02:58 am (UTC)
I agree -- this is my favorite picture as well. You are quite the poet..Thanks...
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