Sometimes from the back of my scooter, sometimes not.
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One of my good friends left a number of days ago with the Peace Corps for Botswana.
In passing, I said I would come visit in her second year. I mean, I have a shiny new unstamped passport, why not start marking it up in southern Africa?
So, the saving starts now. The planning starts now. Not sure how yet, but I’m going to make this thing happen.
“They Also Faced the Sea”
Provincetown, MA
Cemetery near Boston Commons, as seen through the gates after hours.
The American side of the falls
SUBMISSION: Travel necessities for Alaska,
Inspiration for an adventure
In a world of things to do, I find myself lacking the motivation to finish the the ride story about this trip, which is sad because it was a great experience…but it was one I would have liked to write about as I was experiencing it, rather than just after the fact. I will still intermittently finish that story, under the tag #EBSJ for East Bound Scooter Journey, but I will also move on with how I’m using this space.
I’ve decided to change this tumblog from a “scooter only” space to a “scooter and travel” space. I haven’t been on my bike nearly enough this spring, but hope to get out on some jaunts and share some pictures here. I am also getting away from home in various forms more and more, and I would like a place to tell those stories.
This will be where I share small trips and large ones, in my continued quest to not leave seeing the world until after retirement. I’m not sure what this space will ultimately become, but I’m interested to find out.
Re-reading my facebook posts from the road, my friend Misty left this on my
wall (now timeline…which is why I can read all this stuff over) after
getting caught in the huge thunderstorm in Indiana:
“Adventure starts when everything goes wrong. If everything goes perfectly,
well, then it’s just a vacation.”
Shenandoah National Park was beautiful, and if I’d been smart I would have
snagged lodging at the south end of the park for the night. But my time was
begining to run out, and I got it into my head that I could make Kentucky
that night.
I couldn’t, and I didn’t. Instead I had an “adventure”.
This adventure started in a gas station.
Some of the images from my day in Shenandoah National Park.
