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I’m sitting here drinking too much coffee, listening to some good tunes, and trying to find the last page of the internet. For two hours now, I have sifting through emails and following the hundreds of links that all of you have sent me while I was away. It’s not a bad way to spend a slow morning, you guys send some great stuff.
I have been home for about two weeks and things are finally starting to get back to “normal”. I’m struggling to put my experience in the Himalayas into words. I have some really good stuff to share with all of you, but it might still be too soon. I need some more time to process all of the highs and the lows. The people, places and interactions that made this the most intense trip of my life. Part of me is still over there just waiting for my return. Sitting on some ridgeline piece of singletrack, a five day ride from the nearest pavement. It is all I can think about.
Until I can find the words, I’m going to spend some time doing what I do best, wandering the desert and drinking beers. It seems to be working out pretty well so far.
I want to wrap up this mini post with a quick Thank You to everybody’s favorite baked good, Cupcake. He is the twisted genius behind our facebook page and has kept everything humming along behind the scenes in my absence. There is some hope for the future, the kids are alright.
That’s all I got for now, I’m going riding. See ya Tuesday.
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Dirty— just write and write. Senseless gibberish is fine. Write the same thing twice, it don’t matter. I like to try and write chronologically after a long trip. Get the details down before they start to soften in your mind. The ‘big picture’ may not emerge until later, and that’s okay.
What ever you do is fine. Kinda reminds me of when my mom says she is proud of me, even when i tell her i rode down the coast of an entire continent, drank more beers than i can count, and put my seed in dozens? of women.
First comment nailed it. It took me a couple years to wrap my head around some of the bigger revelations I had while long-distance touring on my Trucker.
Having had an experience may many years ago via skateboard and Thailand. I assure you, that part of you is always waiting for your return to “the experience”. I also know very well that you will have many more of these in your future. My trip was before the digital age, part of me loves that it only exists in my mind and confused memories, another part wonders what the fuck really happened over there….
It’s been twenty years, and I know part of me is over there waiting.
Thanks, guys. Lucky for me I live in a rad place where the riding is stellar, beer is cold and the friends are fantastic. Coming home ain’t so bad.