In Cormac McCarthy's All the Pretty Horses, two young men from Texas wander on horseback into Mexico where they search for work and a meaning for their lives. After buying sleeping bags and pads and tents, I can't stop imagining myself as McCarthy's hero, John Grady Cole: strappin' on my bedroll and saddlin' up and ridin' all night and sleepin' under the stars. Granted, my horse is mechanical and my "bedroll" is camping equipment and I won't be "ridin' all night" or "sleepin' under the stars" nor have I ever worked on a ranch or been put into prison or used a gun to threaten or kill someone. And I don't plan to. But maybe wandering is just about finding yourself or finding that elusive meaning, wherever you come from and however it happens.
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Tristan, I love that you're riding a motorcycle! Luke and I have been talking about getting ones for ourselves for a couple months now.
Be safe!
Roni
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