A thought on touring
We remain awed by the richness of the experience. Few of us ever link up in such a way, for such a sustained period, with what's out there. We miss it. We miss the routine of making and breaking camp, cooking on the one burner-stove, keeping the panniers organized, even doing the occasional repair. We miss the people, the exuberant, unbridled admiration and wonder, the generosity, the handshakes and hugs. We miss the scenery, the elements, the sounds and especially the silences. But most of all we miss the road, and one in particular, the one that leads from our home to the next adventure.