Another day of sand slinging headwinds. It’s miserable riding. We want to be anywhere but here.
It’s days like these when the road is at its loneliest.
My body may be stuck here but my mind wanders home, my thoughts with our friends and family. I wonder what they’re doing right now.
My thoughts fly in and out of people’s lives like Ebenezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol. I see my mom feverishly canning the last of the vegetable harvest from her garden. I see the Maple trees in New England beginning their annual transformation to a brilliant display of crimson, gold and orange. I remember it’s apple cider donut season, my favorite fall time treat.
I think about the people we’ve met along the way. We’ve made new friends on the road, some we’ve traveled with, others who invited us into their homes, and many from brief chance encounters. From time to time we hear from people we’ve bumped into and enjoyed a chat with. Sometimes they seem surprised that we remember meeting them. We might not be the best at remembering names, but we remember you.
We love our travel lifestyle, but at the end of the day we don’t go home to our family and we don’t go to BBQs with our friends on the weekends. This makes the encounters on the road that much more meaningful.
So this is a note to say we’re thinking of you, all of you.