Day 53. Mile
9831. Journey’s End.
We made it—alive, and none the worse for wear. Fifty-three days on a motorcycle, but we
traveled through only fourteen states and two provinces. We did not see the USA
in its entirety, not even close! But,
to be fair, many of these states and provinces are larger than most
nations! We endured the raw
elements—from frigid rain in Quebec to scorching heat in the Mojave Desert,
from crisp mountain air in Wyoming to choking forest fires in Colorado and New
Mexico—well, that’s something we will never forget.
How fortunate to travel that far without a major problem
with the bike or trailer. Considering
all of the roadkill we saw, we were also fortunate not to have hit a single
mammal or bird. We are not counting
bugs! In some places the deer and
antelope were thick as thieves, often ambling only a few feet from us on the
roadside.
One of the neatest parts of the trip was visiting with
friends and family---schnorring, to use a Yiddish word that means
sponging in a parasitic manner, not snoring.
We would like to thank our hosts who opened their beautiful homes and
their generous hearts to us. They gave us a little respite from the tedium of
mile after mile on the bike, a clean bed, a shower, and a chance to do our
laundry. More than that, they showed us
their distinctive environments and lifestyles. What fun!
Steve and Cynthia live in Hackensack, NJ, just a few minutes
from the Big Apple. They took us on a
tour of New York where we were able to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge and to
dine in a fabulous Argentinian restaurant.
Real and Jose opened their Cookshire, Quebec home and showed us how the
Quebecois live. They inhabit a very
different world, and their view of it is distinct from other Canadians and most
assureredly, people from the States.
They bundled us up for a 1000-mile trip to some of the most untouched,
pristine lakes on the continent, where we had awesome luck fishing for
Walleyes, Northern Pike, and trout. Our
friends Pat and Peter entertained us in their lovely home beside Cayuga Lake,
with Seneca, the largest of the Finger Lakes in Upstate New York. We sampled great wines and ciders made at
local vineyards, and we visited a beautiful gorge and waterfall. It was also great to see their son Jim, whom
I haven’t seen for about 20 years. In Plano, Texas Marty and Sylvia entertained
us at their lovely and put even us up in a fancy hotel. We ate at South African restaurant and
enjoyed visits with their children, Michael and Arleen. We stayed with Arleen and her family at
their nearby home in Plano. We
worshipped with them at the Watermark Church—a very special Christian
community. And we cooked meals
together! Arleen and I have similar
approaches to cooking. (Let the flour
fly!). We even made pupusas, an
El Salvadoran, stuffed corn tortilla.
It was a very busy time for Arleen, Joe, and Jake as they were in the
process of selling their home and buying a new one. So the visit took on a frenetic pace. Between you and me, that’s about where Arleen lives. Cousins Sam and Leslie live about 4 hours to
the south, near Houston. Their home was
very comfortable and immaculate. We
really enjoyed hanging out with them! I
had never visited their homes before, so this was a real treat. Cousins Ellen and Arnie live an
extraordinary life in Ivins, Utah.
Ivins is in the Snow Canyon, a desert with massive outcrops of red
buttes. The home was masterfully
designed and built to blend into the environment unobtrusively. Desert animals from quail to bobcat, would
visit regularly. Ellen and Arnie love
the national parks located relatively near them—the Grand Canyon, Bryce, and
Zion parks. They visit them regularly
and were exceptionally knowledgeable tour guides. Whether chasing wild turkeys in Zion, posing with the
almost-too-friendly animals, or hanging out at home watching a movie on TV, we
had a blast with them. We headed up
north to South Dakota to visit with Bill, the friend I first met in Costa Rica
a few years ago. Bill is a dedicated
bachelor and lives in his male cave in the Southeastern corner of South
Dakota. He is learned about flora,
fauna, and all things Indian. For me,
the highlight of our trip was doing some night fishing on the great Missouri
River, as the moon rose over the Santee Indian community, across river. Our last hosts were Tonya and Chris, the
parents of Jo Ann’s grandchildren. They
live in a grand home in a spiffy Detroit suburb. We had a lot of fun with the kids, and it tickled my heart to
hear little Skye call me Grampa.
What was our favorite part?
Was it zigzagging through gorgeous snow-capped mountains? Was it watching moose and their calves
drink along the river’s edge? Was it
snapping photos of mule deer as they visited our campsite, or of wild turkeys
along the Virgin River in Utah? Was it
the feeling of smallness that we experienced as we took in the expansive spaces
of canyon valleys carved out by rivers millions of years ago? Or the feeling
that we were standing on sacred, holy ground touched by the hand of God and
offering ample evidence of His wisdom? Was it visiting with our beloved friends
and family along the way? Or chatting with fellow travelers, swapping stories
and exchanging ideas for travel routes?
It was all of this—a beautiful experience and lifetime achievement.
It remains to be seen whether or not we can do something of
this magnitude again, but if we have learned anything from this experience, it
is this: do it while you can.