You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this. – Henry David Thoreau
Something I try to be better at since being on this adventure is to live in the moment. To appreciate where I am right now. To not think I am passing through a space or time just to get somewhere else. To embrace the journey there.
Sometimes this is really, really hard. Sometimes I just don’t want to be here.
We climbed up and over a small mountain today. The 25 miles up was the easy part. But on the other side, the headwind was so strong and wild that we went slower down than we went up.
And while we struggled, the biting flies defied the winds, taking advantage of our slow pace and launched a full on assault, leaving a destruction of itchy welts in their path.
We encountered one village today. It’s Saturday and we arrived at 3pm. The only store and hotel were not answering their doors. We just wanted something cold to drink and a place to get away from the flies. We were’t the only ones there trying to spend our pesos. A few cars stopped as well.
So we filled up with water at a spigot and were chased out of town by the biting flies. It’s oppressively hot and we rode through 10 miles of road construction. The road condition varying from hard packed dirt to loose gravel and sand.
I found my thoughts drifting to the Lakes District, dreaming of the Patagonia…we’ll be there in 10 days…we’ve been getting sneak peaks from cycling friends who are further south…it looks magical…
But I snap myself out of my reverie to really look at where I am now. We’re in a valley with impressive cinder cone formations, riding along Argentina’s Rio Grande, which lives up to its name much more than ours in the States. It’s beautiful here.
The Patagonia will still be there in a few weeks. Right now I need to be here, in this moment.
Though I’m sure when Thoreau was preaching about living in the moment he wasn’t being swarmed by these flippin’ biting flies.