Video Nostalgia
I miss the road.
More particularly, I miss all of the things I couldn't really pay enough attention to, because I was in a weird place mentally, or because I was focused on getting to the next physical place I needed to be, or because of some other thing that kept me from being just where I was at the moment. Part of that was due to the newness of the experience, in its entirety: this was my first tour, and with that lack of experience came a certain nervousness born of just not knowing what to expect.
The length of the journey began to wear on me, as well. The number of pictures I took dropped off over the last two or three weeks of the tour, as I focused on putting one pedal in front of the other, to the exclusion of nearly everything else. Now, I look back to the Oregon to California coastal portion of the journey and I can see myself doing it again. I look back to Virginia and Kentucky, and I know that, someday, I will ride there again. And west of Bardstown, Kentucky? It'll all be new, once more.
Here's a bit of video from Patrick's Point (the same place I took yesterday's photo). Looking through these snippets of video and the photos...it's a strange, dislocating experience, putting me in places I've been, places so very different from where I am here, now, on this couch.
Obviously, the "being present" problem remains unsolved.
