There is something wonderful about a Harley Davidson, sun, and open roads. One holds the opportunity to head out and discover something new. You cannot anticipate what is going to be coming. It is impossible to describe what has yet to be experienced. One has to open themselves up to the unknown and head out.
I am still coming to terms with the grief from Whitney and Cherry for telling them that I was taking the “long way” home. They took my words to mean that I would be home shortly. I had something different in mind. When I came to the first stop sign, instead of turning right and taking the predictable way back, I turned left and headed out into the unknown.
The known quickly faded into a wonderful ride into the high California desert. With an occasional small town breaking up the harsh landscape, I cruised toward the east. I had no destination in mind. I had no idea where I was.
It was an eye-opening ride. I discovered a new mountain community. I found myself trying to freeze the memory of unusual places that looked like a fun adventure so I could come back. I also found myself wishing that someone could share the discovery.
Discoveries are for sharing. Some are lucky; “after Athens, Paul went to Corinth. That is where he discovered Aquila, a Jew born in Pontus, and his wife, Priscilla. They had just arrived from Italy, part of the general expulsion of Jews from Rome ordered by Claudius.” (Acts 18.1, 2) They could and did share.
In my case, I had nobody to share and I was somewhat lost. I was fortunate to have my iPhone with me. The map-app marked my location and gave me several routes home.
I found myself walking away with reminders.
Let others know where you are trying to go. Worry is not a nice gift.
Exploring is fun. It is also better when you do it with others.
Knowing every step is not required as long as you know how to get home.