I'm fresh out of an exploration on two wheels and finding that some places remind me of old haunts and I started to feel a little homesick for writing. As such, here we are. Right here, right now... several years since my last noteworthy contribution, but many miles, smiles and a few oh-shit moments since then.
I've just crested the peak of my 40th year of life and the descent into 41 was a grand one. 1100 miles from Oregon to California, divvyed up over the last days of 40 and the first days of 41; all spent in the seat of a most worthwhile motorcycle. Many fond reflections, and even more optimistic aspirations of what new places and people I will encounter on this leg of my life journey. Here's to the sacred archives of what lies behind us, the sun setting on our pasts, and the bountiful glow of infinite possibilities that lie ahead.
