Good memories

Hello Everyone, This past Halloween marked the one year anniversary since I returned from my trip. I wasn't sure how to write about it. I didn't want it to just be a recitation of good memories, though that has it's place. Also, when I was on the road, I was writing a lot, every few days, as I was always somewhere new and doing something different. To give it a charitable description, that is not my life right now. But still, it felt like an important occasion to mark. Especially with the first snowfall. Saying that memories are one of the best things about travelling is a little obvious. But it's also too simple a term. You don't just remember doing a thing, you remember how you felt at the time. And it can come back to you at random moments. The onset of the cold brought a visceral memory of that dying days of the trip. I had done everything I had wanted to do. I had also avoided injury or other serious harm, and my last bike ride was an epic one in Whistler. All that was left was to get home. That meant skirting across the country and hoping the weather held. The feeling of checking the weather every day and realizing that you just might make it was thrilling. Every night, as the temperature fell to freezing or just below, I would hunker down in my camper, feeling lucky that I was getting a break. That things were holding on just long enough for me to get back. I work in an office now, at a cubicle next to people who commute into the downtown for work. The onset of cold and snow is a miserable thing for them. But for me it's a memory of feeling that I made out like a bandit and got away with it. wes 

Photos 

The last picture I took from the trip was of my truck parked in the same spot, with the camper removed, as my car pictured below. There was a fresh snow then, but my vehicle of choice has changed somewhat.