Blogging this now, as I have sketchy internet and had many miles to ride. Enjoy!
It is currently 8:45PM on March 22- very chilly and I am sitting by the fireside. The crackle of the red woods alongside the hoot of an owl makes one wonder why we ever developed and invented technology. This is life. My eyes burn of smoke from blowing the fire, all my senses are on alert, the air smells of burning redwood, and my eyes keep gazing up at the marvelous amount of stars glittering the sky. There is a little opening in between the redwoods where I can see the heavens above and I’m thanking my lucky stars for beautiful weather. More on this in a few…
Today, as I was doing my morning routine I felt an Earthquake 4.6 magnitude about an hour South of where I am staying. I hadn’t taken off on my trip and was startled by the house shaking along with the toilet. (TMI?) But imagine sitting down and there’s a pretty large rattle beneath you. The lyrics shake, rattle, and roll definitely popped into my head along with my eyes popping out for sure. There is supposed to be a massive quake within my lifetime that will cause a tsunami and wipe out entire cities and cause massive flooding. It amazes me people still choose to live here with that being inevitable, but if you saw the beauty of the redwoods, smelled the fresh air, and felt the cool ocean breeze from the coast brush up against your face like the flicker of a cats tail you’d most likely stay put as well. A new understanding of west coastal living, I suppose. We have tornadoes in Indiana, but feeling the power of an Earthquake a few miles away makes me be in awe at how small and feeble we are compared to nature and Mother Earth.
As I set the camp fire, the wind is beginning to change directions and the temperature is dropping. A plume of smoke just danced its way under my nose bringing along the aroma of burning redwood filling the night sky which brought me out of thinking about this morning….I am sitting here looking at my shelter and belongings: a single man tent, BeachFlyer, and two panniers holding my clothes, tablets, chargers, and bike tools.
What am I doing? I continually ask myself. Not in doubt or uncertainty, but to remind myself why I am biking and who I am biking for on this trip.
I am traversing across the Pacific coast, seeing some of the most beautiful landscapes in the world, right in my backyard. I have travelled thousands of miles seeing wonderful and gorgeous views ask over but the Pacific Coast, USA is among the top.
Some would call themselves lonely but how can you be when you have nature surrounding you and so many thoughts, prayers, and well wishes being sent your way? People from all over the world following your every step or pedal? I have 100% support from my family, friends, and colleagues. I have y’all who are amazing, supportive, generous, and every good- natured-word imaginable pushing me and following along my journey.
I ask again, with owls hooting, wind blowing leaves, and the branches playing a concert, with some cries of undetermined animals, how can one be lonely? Loneliness is a mindset. I have life and living nature all around me talking, interacting, and sending me good vibes I can never and will never be alone.
Speaking of creatures and undetermined animals, I am really hoping to see Bigfoot or a fairy or possibly an elf maybe even a hobbit. Sometimes I feel like Bilbo Baggins. Just wandering off on adventures with no real aim in sight. I have a goal and a destination, but looking for my preciousss, but this will not be my last journey. I apologize for my tangents and thoughts quickly changing, but that’s how my mind works. One second I am in fantasy land and the next real life hits.
Well, real life just hit! and my fire went out and its beginning to drizzle showers of blessing. There is another couple camping here and I asked them for a piece of wood. I went scavenging for little twigs and branches, but nothing is dry. I hope there will be enough smoke to ward off the pesky little creatures. But hey, if only I had JackLinks beef jerky to lure in Bigfoot!!!! It is about bed time and my stomach is grumbling. Sadly, no fishing or hunting allowed here so I will dream of eating some jerky and lay a little path for Sasquatch!
If you are reading this I survived that night and was not attacked by any hungry animals. Hey maybe it was the fairies and elves looking after me as I continue on my quest down the Pacific Coast riding #5000milesfor500scholars!
This is why I am doing this. For the students.
Here is a little Haiku for y’all!
Simmering red glow
Embers flickering in wind
Gentle fire fading
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