By Tim Notier
We rode through some of the most beautiful states in the U.S. We were able to fix the bike when things went astray, and I survived a bad case of poison oak that spread to my unmentionables.
Once our fun in Baja was over, we caught a ferry to mainland Mexico, took a train through a canyon more vast than the Grand Canyon, and rode through scenery so flush with vegetation and forests it looked like we rode into Pandora. Marisa took the lead role of translator and organizer of everything from getting gas to hotel accommodations as my Spanish is still no bueno. (I just had to correct my spelling from ‘bueano’ to ‘bueno’, just to let you know where my Spanish level is at). I’m scrapping the bottom here, but I am able to buy my pack of cigarettes every other day.
I keep telling myself I will learn Spanish, and quit smoking, but I never take the effort of doing either.
Marisa and I have traveled slowly, and I am glad for that. Traveling at a pace that lets us have a deeper look into our surroundings, as well as ourselves. We are working as a team, taking on different roles when the scenario calls for our individual skill set. I am still ecstatic without having any regrets for leaving our old life behind for this new adventure. Everyday there is something new to look at with awe. Today it happens to be an active volcano.
Life is good.