7.14.07
The long way home.
Well today I am too close not to end up sleeping in my own bed tonight.
It has been such an amazing trip leaving on May 23 and today is July 14th, that is 51 days by my count a full 7 weeks.
I will have to check the total miles when I arrive but my feeling is that it will be over 10,000.
Since A1A was a little hectic and from here south it becomes nothing but one big city Boca Raton down to homestead not to mention the most aggressive bad driver city in the world Miami. I am thinking of how to get down to Alligator alley and get that last picture of the Alligators on the way home. I also could drive across the state from here past the South side of Lake Okeechobee the big O. Anyway I go now the roads in Florida are flat as a pancake and curves are hard to find.
If you stand on top of a 5-gallon bucket you can see clear across the state.
I have a few more thoughts to write out once the bike is in the driveway but the essence of the trip will be living on and causing me to daydream of those far away places for a long time to come.
I can almost hear the voices of the Navajo men chanting in time to the beating drum away in the distance where the red sandstone rocks rise against a clear deep blue sky.
I can imagine the quiet and the gentle whisper of the wind on top of the White Mountain where the Ancient Bristlecone Pine still sits and waits for yet another winter to come. See the picture below.
Not forgetting I am now riding in one of the most dangerous states, yesterday I saw more ladies on cell phones driving obliviously down the road, I saw more old folks in big white Cadillac sedans crawling down the road, and a lot of Harley riders that for some reason in Florida don’t give a wave like they do in the rest of the country.
Peace.
JMH