November 21, 2015
Today we rode through clouds. In an ideal world that’s all I’d have to say for you to understand how amazing that was :)
“Today we rode through clouds.”
High above on the Blue Ridge Mountains we felt the temperature drop. And drop. Until finally we were forced to pull over and don our rain gear as the drops began to fall. We raced to beat the water then wound our way up towards the peaks until we were completely engulfed in clouds. It was magic.
With a shorter jaunt just short of 200 miles we cruised and breathed it all in. The Blue Ridge Parkway is overflowing with life and beauty – there must have been a thousand butterflies on the road today. We rode surrounded (at moments) surrounded with vibrant colors on busy wings. It was awesome in the truest sense of that word.
The road was seemingly endless – filled with turn after turn – drawing us further south. The drawl at the stops was getting thicker; “Y’all from New York?” “Aren’t y’all hot in all that get-up?” but somehow it was all okay. The hospitality was getting better and better – people down here understand the value of doing a job and doing it well. They treat you like a human and it makes our hearts happy. They see the effort you put in to visit them and they reward you generously. It’s lovely. I think I’m missing this random contact – this random kindness. I’m discovering that meeting people, finding good in people and exploring it an important component to humanity that I’m missing in the everyday.
The food in the south is something else. We are yet to have a bad meal down here – though that’s because *everything* is drenched in butter and salt. But we’re alright with that for a short amount of time. After a hard day of riding a fantastic meal is a god-send.
I’m definitely feeling tired from the last four days. Aside from the accident, the roads are immensely technical – a moments lack of concentration can have disastrous results though I’m sure that neither of us would have traded these days for anything. Tomorrow we head for Barber Motorsports Museum and we say “Goodbye” to Michael & Nuri – two of our best friends in the world. After that Nita and I are on our own, motoring northwest toward our home via a multitude of wondrous roads.
Tomorrows a new day. What are you doing to make it memorable?