I had no plans for the next day. I woke that Saturday and decided to go to town to get a coffee. There is only so much instant “camp” coffee one can have.
I rounded the corner past the old bowl mill and sited some activity around the Weston Historical Society Museum. The museums, three buildings in all were located on the town green. Idyllic and picturesque…… I was drawn in.
I was in a slump. It had been a couple of months since my ill-fated Continental Divide Run had ended.
And I had gotten myself, my broken BMW GS and all my riding gear home. And yes, there was also my flight trip back to Louisiana to retrieve my truck and trailer…. In the end, it was about 8,000 miles of travel……. buy truck, motorcycle, U-Haul, airplane, and an empty trailer home.
It had all left me devoid of interest to take on any new adventure or road trip. Everything from the trailer to the bike and ALL the trappings had been cleaned and stored away. It was as if winter was upon us, and it was time to hibernate.
This post is not about motorcycles or motorcycle travel.
It is about how 2020 has given us all pause and forced all of us redesign our daily lives and extending now into our family holidays. It was clear that this Thanksgiving was clearly not going to look like any Normal Rockwell, my childhood, Alice’s Restaurant, or times with family who have since left us.
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