We’re through the worst of it here, weather wise. At least I gotta think. Even so, I can’t wait to point my bike towards a new place.
I just need 50 degrees for a thousand miles. I’d love to figure out a weekend out of that. I’m thinking Idaho. There’s lots of history up there, and some cool old roads to go explore. Pack a tent or find a room. Wake up to a cold morning, find an old road in an old town, and go find a thing. Learn a thing. I love a good, new perspective on life.
We’re on the downside of winter. I’m kind of learning that when you don’t live in the desert, you make the most of a warm day.
I haven’t posted on here very much the last little bit. I’ve been working, trying to make a buck. Overall, its been very good to me. The kids are growing up, making good roots and moving on. Very cool. Just what we wanted them to do when we started this whole thing.
The missus and I are looking at finding a new home. Roots of our own. A place that hopefully will be full of grand kids at Christmas parties in a few years. Life had handed us a few curve balls, but we’ve made it back to square one. We’ll paint our own walls, I’ll spill shit in my own garage, and Piss in the backyard on my own fence. We’ve set ourselves up to be in a good position to do that. It’s gonna happen soon.
Life it seems, is pretty goddamn good. Can’t wait to point my bike somewhere new.