I love moto camping. I love finding hidden little camp sites. I love to sleep under the stars and wake up at first light and greet the day with the song birds. That first cup off coffee, a morning fire before a day of blasting through the world, melting into the ghost that lives in the machine.
Except today.
Today was tough. First light came a little too soon, the birds were a little noisy and everything hurts. Actually, it was alright, it was really the pprocess of putting the camp away on the bikes again that I really objected to. Chris saw me sat at the table this morning, saw the look on my face and asked if I was OK?
“I am not doing it,” I said.
“Doing what?”.
“Packing up my tent”.
I did pack up, of course, I really love my tent. And we started on the road again. We will be home tomorrow and it makes me nervous. Not about being home or going back to work, I am ready for that. This break, this trip has been amazing. The nervousness comes from fear of slipping up. We have gone so far, so many miles, but we are tired and we are close. So we keep going, keep on focusing on the road. We stop a little more regularly, more coffee, more espresso, more care.
The Oregon coastline is gorgeous and the weather is definitely getting better the further south we go.
