I went to my favorite sunrise location this morning. I hope Sam's Club doesn't mind my parking with the trucks out back. Nina and I used to stop there regularly to watch the sun rise over the valley that is Morgantown. I pulled up to the edge of the lot and turned off the motorcycle. Upon surveying the sun's fresh rays and the valley of wispy fog below and after a wonderful feeling of awe, it hit me.
ADVENTURE! ... That is one of the primary reasons for my wish to go to Broad Key. Adventure. I think much of my love for riding a motorcycle is the sense of adventure I can get just driving to work. A smell, a blowing leaf or the morning chill, something reminds me of the morning air as I drove up the mountain toward the early Fall foliage in Killington, VT. Or I am facing a long straight stretch of road in the Great Dismal Swamp, NC. Of course there are the non-motorcycle treks in the bush in Africa or wandering the back streets and Torii lined walks of Kyoto, Japan. It seems that I have always been planning a forthcoming, in the midst of or still in the afterglow of ... adventure. These days adventure is eluding me.
I think we all have to admit that heading to BK is an adventure. Now, is it a three day adventure? A month adventure? A year? Of course I don't know. But it is stepping into the unknown. Isn't that what basically defines adventure?
ad·ven·ture. adˈvenCHər,əd-/
noun
1. an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity.
"her recent adventures in Italy"
"her recent adventures in Italy"
Seems to fit.
While I am not an adrenalin junkie, I guess I do need an adventure rush once in a while. It is a big world out there and I continue to want to try out pieces of it.
(I hope you don't mind my ramblings. I feel like a sports commentator who is compelled to fill in the blank spots in the action. Little is happening so I fill the holes with what is in my head.)
cz, 07:42 7/30/14