I just returned home to my beautiful girlfriend and our dogs last night after 3 (almost 4) weeks on the road. I took off on my motorcycle a while back, headed north, stayed with my buddy Pete (arguably one of the best friends anyone could ever have) and his lovely fiance (and also a friend of mine) Julia. They just moved in to their first home. It's beautiful. I was so honored to have such an amazing place to stay, with such wonderful friends.
A few posts will follow, starting with this one.
A thought on random strangers.
When travelling north, I stopped in Gadsden, Alabama and found myself past night fall with no scouted location to set up a tent. I've made this mistake before, it's really quite a pain in the ass. I rely on having some light to be able to see hilltop churches so I can find off street church parking lots to sleep in. Always works until I pull off the highway realizing I just missed the last of the sunlight.
Well, I rode down a street for a few miles, no luck, went back to a gas station and was looking at a map when a random guy hopped out of a car. He had a bit of a limp and platinum white hair. He mentioned that he liked my bike and went into the store. On his way out he asked me where I was going and where I was from, followed by where I was staying. When I asked him about any local churches, he offered his home. At first I wasn't so sure about it, but honestly, what did I have to lose, any negative thoughts that come to mind, consider that they're only there because of horror movies, real life horror is rare at most. So I decided to give it a shot, I could always tell them I wanted to get another hundred miles on the day before calling it quits if things were weird.
So I followed Mike and Deb to their place and ended up having a wonderful evening with two incredibly wonderful folks. They were well travelled, often hitchhiking, friendly, old school hippies with a love for life and all things beautiful, they are collectors of native american artifacts that they find themselves, they're both half native american... Upon my departure they gifted me with a medicine pouch and a feather to keep me safe on my travels. The feather is now hanging on the front door of my house.
What's even more awesome is that I told them I was going to wake up at 6:30 and head out by 7am.. Mike beat me and woke me up at 6:25am. He was up and had already begun making me breakfast. It was one of the best omelet's I've ever had. Turns out he has years of experience working at a late night diner. Go figure.
"Never talk to strangers" is horrible advice. I had one of the most wonderful experiences with two of the most interesting folks as a result of a random meeting in a random town.






