November 21, 2015
We woke up to a great breakfast courtesy of our hosts at the Hawthorne – it was seriously the best brekkies we’ve had so far and we’re not expecting it to be bested :) The crazy storm that blew in last night woke us up a couple of times with incredibly loud thunderclaps that felt like they were right on top of us, but by the time we were out the door the sky was overcast but the rain had gone. The temperature’s dropped into the mid 80’s and it actually felt cool for the first time in over a week.
To be honest, the riding today wasn’t a highlight – and it probably wont be tomorrow. The hours and miles are spent on the Interstates – roads made for speed, predictable offerings and fuel. They sprang not from discovery but from commerce and they reflect that in their design. There’s no passion in riding them – they get us from a-to-b, at high-speed and with little risk of running out of fuel or wanting for waffles, coffees or candy. They weren’t designed to help people fall in love with the country they live in, or to find hidden gems that would otherwise go un-noticed. There are moments that shine – a glimpse into the beauty that lies just a road over – but it’s usually obscured by the merging of 10-15 semi’s all jockeying for position. The goal is to get there quickly and to survive. And that’s alright for this part of the trip. This is all part of the mix – part of the offering America has.
It’s hard to be cynical when you travel on a motorcycle because people *always* talk to you and you begin to realize that essentially most people are good. Obviously some aren’t but I’m giving in to the idea that I shouldn’t naturally distrust everyone I meet. In fact, if you’re open to them, people seem to open themselves up to you in the most wonderful ways. I have a feeling that this trip will change me – change some of the perceptions I have of the world.
We decided to head northwest from Kansas City so that we don’t have a 9 hour ride from Denver to Jackson Hole (sorry Denver!). So tonight we’re in Kearney, Nebraska before heading to Rawlins, Wyoming. To be honest, I’m looking forward to a day off from riding – which I think comes around day 11. That’ll be a good day. But really, every day’s been good so far :)
Oh, we managed to do laundry today and I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see a washing machine.