Sometimes you don’t need a motor or a narrative.
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.
A long ways from the Wyoming desert. Reminded by today’s ride of the beauty of my New England
One Year After ……. I’ve Gone Home. Retirement is illusive for most of your life. It’s a brass ring on the carousel ride we call life. The timing was right to swallow the reality of it was my time to move out of the way. What came next?
I took a new drone out today and visited the pristine Canterbury Shaker Village. By the time I got home to look at the footage the nightly news was on. Somehow those two worlds came together in this post.
We were lucky to get a few days of unseasonably warm weather in November. This afforded me a couple of unique day trips. In the quiet, there was plenty to think about too…… I’ll share some of those thoughts.
A retrospective on the fall, Vermont and simpler times.