The Chapter of Summer 2014

I haven't had too much inspiration for writing lately...seems like the only time I can really think is when my job is to ride my bike weeks and months at a time.  Maybe one day I will find something else to keep my mind stimulated...I guess that is what school is for, eh?

Winter working in the Rockies was all I could have asked for.  It was a lot like what I imagine college to be like, without all the studying.  I did learn how to snowboard and dip caramel apples.  My patients was tested working at a chocolate factory, serving small children and adults who could not seem to contain themselves.  It is funny what happens to adults when they go on vacation...but that is a whole other story...

I am currently, home, in Flower Mound for a couple of weeks.  Working full time to save up enough for the next ride.  Visiting friends going to college in the general area, and family.   Each time I come back to this sweet place, I loath it a little less.  A new respect for this place and the people in it have entered my heart.  I am grateful for that.

I am beginning the ride in Pennsylvania, with a former riding groupie from last year.  Along with him are his two sisters and a friend from their church.  I am excited to get back on the open road, where my thoughts and ideas can wonder.  The place my head can clear with each passing moment while the scenery continues to unfold before me.

I am not quite sure what happens when the ride ends, besides the fact that I will be mostly broke, just south of Los Angeles.  I have been playing with the idea of finding a farm through WWOOFing.  They generally tend to house the people that work for them...I figure it would be a useful growth of knowledge to attain, and I figure it is a good excuse to get my hands in the earth.  Though it doesn't pay much, I will eat fresh, organic food and if my dreams come true, will be close to the salty shore.  I haven't come up with a plan B yet...

Sometimes, I think of getting a small little place for myself.  Somewhere close to the ocean.  Maybe I would invest in a car, so I could drive to school.  I would be biking distance from the spa I work at, doing massage and make up.  It would be close enough to the beach to feel the breeze blowing in through the open  windows.  I could have some nice girly clothes to wear on my days off.  Living a comfortable life, going to school, and working.  Making something of myself in the eyes of another world. Then I wonder, "If I do commit to this lifestyle, will I ever be able to detach again to wander the globe, with nothing but a backpack?"

I guess we will see what happens when I arrive in California in August...!