I’m still a few years away from retiring, but the years pass fast- and I’m definitely looking forward to it.
Retirement scares some people. What will they do, they wonder, when every day isn’t filled with the job that currently occupies their time? How will they define their value in the world? Some of these folks retire, then pass away a year or two later. Or sit in their house, watching sitcoms and gradually wasting away.
I don’t think I’m really like that. I’ve had things I want to do, things I want to learn and experiment with, for decades. Not to make money or ‘prove’ myself: that’s what a job is for in my mind, I guess. Just things that interest me, that likely produce little obvious value. I’ve even tried to work time for these into my life pre-retirement, but have never been able to balance them with my job.
I was going through some draft posts on my blog and came across an outline for an account of a motorcycle road trip from back in 2013. It was originally written shortly after the event and, although it is in bullet form and rather sparse on detail, it does account for some events I had partially forgotten or mis-remembered.
And, since it was the only motorcycle trip I’ve taken with both my brothers Ron and Colin (my third brother, Dennis, doesn’t ride motorcycles 😉 ), I didn’t want to lose it. I’ve cleaned it up a bit, added some pictures, and now it is here for posterity.
Life is full of surprises: some good, some not so good. I don’t deal well with surprises, but to counter that I’ve adopted a ‘seize control’ mentality that sometimes kicks in and gets me past the unexpected. My motorcycle road trip for 2015 is essentially a case history of that adaptation of mine, and I’m not sure whether to be proud or a bit sheepish. Either way, here is my accounting of the Journey of Unexpected Turns. Wherein I was supposed to be going to Reno, Nevada, but ended up going somewhere else entirely…
I set out in June of 2014 (June 28, to be precise) to meet up with my brother Colin for the second of our ‘annual’ motorcycle road trips. The plan was simple: go to Yellowstone Park, and see what is to be seen. A very rough map of the sites we visited (if not the route we followed… more details below) looks something like this:
Back in August of 2013 I set out on what would be my longest motorcycle road trip up to that point in time. Apparently it was so big that it has taken me nearly two years to even start documenting it 😉
That’s a little bit of an exaggeration- I did post a few things for friends and family on Facebook. And I managed to edit one of what expect to eventually be at least three and probably four videos down to a reasonable size to post. But along with a lot of other neglect of my blog, I seriously procrastinated in creating a post here. Time to rectify that oversight!
I was lucky to be able to enjoy a second “significant” motorcycle road trip this year. My brother Colin and his son, Troy, came out to the coast from Alberta on their motorbikes. Colin had previously ridden up the Sunshine coast and wanted to share that with us, and it sounded fantastic to me. I asked Colin to be our road captain, since he knew the route and I don’t really care to lead unless I’m riding solo. We set out on August 14th on a trip that ultimately looked more or less like the map below:
Christmas is a distant speck in my rear-view mirror, and we are already most of a month into 2012. I wouldn’t really say I have any “resolutions” for the New Year, but I do have some goals. It is odd how the completely arbitrary change over of a calendar causes me to re-examine my life, but I will take advantage of it. It is time to give some thought to what I want to focus on in the next year.