As far as we can tell, there is no formal paperwork to be done. On my last
day of work, my soon-to-be-former boss simply logs into his "system" and
changes my status to "retired". That's it. Hmmm...seems a little peculiar...
Now to plan the "Detox" trip, the long bike trip where I cleanse my soul
of 40 something years of stress and craziness. I hope to see the world.
Well, at least parts of it that are within a few thousand miles of here.
I'd like to see Donner Pass, where a bunch of travelers had a really really
bad day. I'd like to see Vasquez Rocks, where many of my favorite shows
were filmed, like Kirk fighting the incredibly slow "Gorn" lizard guy.
(Why didn't he just say "adios" and walk away?) Planning on a short
break-in trip to see the birthplace of James T. Kirk (Riverside, Iowa).
His "grandfather" lives there today!!
I want to spend time in meditation and prayer, "rock-sitting" as I've done
on past bike trips:
Nothing like a week or more of silence and solitude on my two-wheeled monastery.
Just me and the creator of the universe, "Serenity", the wind, the highway. Even the
rain provides a welcome cleansing. Now, every time I'm out in the rain, it brings
me back to my experience last summer as I was in Hazelton, B.C.. I'd ridden for
several hours in the cold rain, headed for a small church on a Sunday morning. I pulled
in under a picnic table shelter and just sat, looking at the fog shrouded mountains,
listening to the rain, at total peace.
Life is good.