We were on the bike and ready to roll at 6am. It was still dark. There was a woman getting her things in her car at the same time and I could read her mind. "I am so glad that's not me". Anyway off we went. We were on the road until we arrived at our destination at 3:30pm. We traveled through Utah, Nevada, and are now in Idaho. The state line between Utah and Nevada was quite funny. There is a white line painted down the highway and Utah is painted on one side and Nevada is painted on the other. The first Nevada casino is located right on top of the line. It would appear that there are some feelings being demonstrated there. We also rode by Salt Lake City. I thought we might stop and at least buy a T-shirt or swim in the lake, but George was having none of that. It is a very smoggy city. The rest of the ride was uneventful. Hours of desert, farmland, salt flats, and very little else. I am still curious about how people maintain economically in these towns that appear to be wasting away.
We are at a Hilton Garden Inn in Twin Falls, Idaho. It is a very nice hotel and the room is quite lovely. Tomorrow we will have another early start and our destination will be Bend, Oregon.
A few random thoughts:
A new drink we read on a menu in Aspen: It is called Pink Panty Pulldown: Vodka, Lemonade, Soda, Cranberry We thought is sounded pretty good.
Marsha: We love Murphy's. My favorite little restaurant is Grounds. I am happy to hear that Jim, who I think of as so sane and reasonable ,is also susceptible to doing silly things. And yes, we have hung with our Harley brothers and sisters in Jamestown.
Final thought: At times during this ride, perhaps when we are flying across some beautiful mountain pass, the stark truth of what we are doing exposes itself and I feel incredibly vulnerable. The magic of traveling on a motorcycle is also what can make it risky. There are no doors, or windows, or seat belts to give one the sensation of safety. When I catch sight of my body, clinging to the seat, and I realize how close I am to the ground, for just a moment I feel a brief frisson of panic. We are so far from home. We are so far from anything that would provide comfort if there were a problem. And then the moment passes. The beauty of the ride restores my enjoyment in the moment and the beat goes on.
We are at a Hilton Garden Inn in Twin Falls, Idaho. It is a very nice hotel and the room is quite lovely. Tomorrow we will have another early start and our destination will be Bend, Oregon.
A few random thoughts:
A new drink we read on a menu in Aspen: It is called Pink Panty Pulldown: Vodka, Lemonade, Soda, Cranberry We thought is sounded pretty good.
Marsha: We love Murphy's. My favorite little restaurant is Grounds. I am happy to hear that Jim, who I think of as so sane and reasonable ,is also susceptible to doing silly things. And yes, we have hung with our Harley brothers and sisters in Jamestown.
Final thought: At times during this ride, perhaps when we are flying across some beautiful mountain pass, the stark truth of what we are doing exposes itself and I feel incredibly vulnerable. The magic of traveling on a motorcycle is also what can make it risky. There are no doors, or windows, or seat belts to give one the sensation of safety. When I catch sight of my body, clinging to the seat, and I realize how close I am to the ground, for just a moment I feel a brief frisson of panic. We are so far from home. We are so far from anything that would provide comfort if there were a problem. And then the moment passes. The beauty of the ride restores my enjoyment in the moment and the beat goes on.
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