Away

So this kid goes off. He remembered the bike tour at 17, how you can cover a lot of miles on your own power, see the undetected, meet undiscovered people on their own terms, make friends, and learn things about other humans, my species. He rode and camped with his Hungarian buddy and remembered the suffering and discomfort of it all. Suffering and discomfort are the most beautiful memories of a ride. It could be images of natural beauty, about riding in those times. He had read no literature on bicycle touring but the local bike shop right off the lake front was a stellar place--they had everything, and they taught him about low riders, racks, panniers, and water. Southern Illinois is hot and humid in the summer, and the mosquitoes are aggressive.

Moving forward and exploring the earth and humans with one's own energy. I have little that is clever, poetic, or original, but I have these memories of bicycle journeys and I have noted that Moraline is on a great journey. I would look for this journey 4 years later and return to it.