This past weekend, John and I decided it was time to get the
big bike out and go for a long ride. The last few months have been chilly and
rainy and we missed our fun outings on that big beamer.
So we packed a couple of overnight bags and since there was
a thick marine layer lingering in the early afternoon, we headed up an over the
San Marcos Pass looking for sunshine.
As we crested the summit, making our way through the fog it
felt like we were riding with the clouds, and I was glad I had bundled up for
I’ve always been more of the “destination” type of person versus the “journey” sort. I just want to get there, as fast as I can. I’m learning to change that slowly, partly thanks to my husband.
If there is a long way to get somewhere, he will find it. That man loves taking the back roads. Most times when we would get a chance to go visit our granddaughters, who lived about three and a half hours away, it would be a journey. A few times when my daughter in law would text me to find out our ETA, I would send back just two words “John’s driving”. She knew to tack an extra half hour on to our arrival time.