And So It Begins...

Throughout our lives we have hundreds, thousands, of brief encounters with people. Many become acquaintances. A handful (or more) become friends and/or lovers. Many of us may even be blessed with partners. However, take it from me, finding a person that you connect with on a deep and visceral level is nothing short of a gift as love is the enterprise of youth, or so I thought.

At age 40, the road of relationships past be-speckled with orange cones, I suddenly and unexpectedly found myself…smitten. I wasn’t looking for another affair of the heart. In fact, I thought myself a complete failure in this particular area of my life, my last marital disaster having left me both emotionally and financially drained. As a result of this and prior “learning experiences” I had resigned myself to be happy flying solo. Imagine my surprise as I found myself spending time, quite innocently at first, with a man whose often silly repartee and penchant for tickling could arouse a glut of girlish giggles from this jaded divorcee. Laughter notwithstanding, this man shares my love for creative exploration both in the studio and out in the larger world we inhabit. We share a passion for music, art, nature, travel and things that go VROOM! I now find myself, at the middle of my life, feeling in love as if for the first time, enjoying every minute and wanting to share our adventures with you dear reader, for adventure is not just something we seek, but crave.

So here it begins, an online documentary, journal, memoir, oftentimes comedic tale, of two individuals connected on a level formerly unfamiliar to us both, wishing to share our expeditions about the planet hand in hand (or riding two up on our fine motorcycle) with you dear reader. Join us while we discover persons, places and things beyond our scope of knowledge or experience.

Sit back and relax, grab a cup of joe (or a glass of wine, stein of beer, a hi-ball perhaps…) and ride along with us as we conquer the desperate need for a shower while experiencing many a day in the great outdoors, hike our way about the mountain trails of California and beyond (CornNuts, cameras, a metric ton of jerky and fanny pack in tow) in an attempt to get the best view money cannot buy, road trip around the US in search of motels with fetching topiary and attempt to make Ken Burns proud by visiting as many National Parks as we can reach on a shoestring budget. Be our companion as we traverse roads scarcely driven. (This is not a metaphor as the love of my life has a penchant for asphalt. We have embarked upon many a fire road, roads closed to the public and plenty of strips of concrete that reach out beyond the horizon where passing another vehicle is a rarity. ) Pay witness to harrowing tales of helmet hair survival (okay, mine not his). Battle the insidiousness of air mattress deflation. Share our misery as we watch our electronic devices succumb to a slow and painful demise at camp. Ride along as we set out on the ubiquitous search for souvenir iron-on patches at every stop we make. Listen to us as we once again debate the correct size and scope of a proper campfire. Ponder with us the nature of pirate-themed establishments in landlocked mountain destinations. Witness how many pairs of shoes it is possible to cram into a suitcase or a motorcycle case while still maintaining enough room for camera equipment and more souvenir purchases. Join us as we attempt to ascertain how much jerky and string cheese the human body can digest successfully while in a sitting position for endless hours.

Oh, come on! It’s going to be fun for the road is open, the sky is vast and our hearts are dedicated to one another, the spirit of adventure and a desire to see it all...