My folks came out to greet me with big smiles on their faces. Mom had been digging in the garden all morning and asked me to forgive her appearance. Who cares!? I'm just happy to see her - the last time was August in Skagway, AK!
I've been back in NoVa for about a week or two and am already hearing that siren song of the road. The saddle time gives one's mind plenty of opportunity to wander in a meditative space. I've thought much about the "stuff" I own, as if a giant anchor of my meager possessions will pull me under. While here, the main order of business is to sell extra gear and items, donate clothing and get rid of motorcycles I own. I've already sold "The Wolf", the cheap Chinese scooter many learned to ride on and have began the process of defarkling my R1150GS. The years and memories on my BMW are all fondly remembered but that kind of riding and dynamic of big-bike touring no longer appeals to me. There are many more riders out there who want a well taken care of adventure bike and I'll be looking for a good home for Meine Frau.
But first, Mike and I had to get back to the old lakes behind Hayfield for some fishing :)