Peaceful Journeys

We left Bob and Feona's home early today. We had to make over 300 miles on our journey to Yorktown, Virginia. We were originally planning to visit good friend near Washington DC but complications arose that required us to change our route. As a result we diverted a little south to Yorktown to visit an old time friend from my military days of long ago. We traveled to see John Dunning and his wife Pam.

Bob Gore's driveway and half mile long street are made from large sized gravel that is most difficult to ride with a touring bike. Having survived the road three times, our final departure proved us to be most capable bikers on less than ideal terrain.

The morning fog was again in evidence as we wound our way over beautiful country roads, one lane in may cases, toward the east. The sun tried to penetrate the fog but was unable to do so. It gave me a sense of enclosure that made me feel safe. Soon we were on Route 60 that proved to be a most magnificent road all the way to Yorktown. Then after a short stretch of unavoidable Interstate, we followed the route to our destination.

It is interesting that when the ride is pleasant and cool and curvy you don't sense the passing of time. Every curve is a new experience. Every tree is something you are seeing for the first time. Every dip in the road holds a surprise that is pleasurable.

That is how we rode from Asbury to Buena Vista to Richmond to Yorktown. In the end we rode 312 miles and it seemed less than 200. The comfort was unmatchable. The road was terrific. There was little traffic. I know I can get to pontificating on the beauty but I can't seem t get around it. I am proud of my country - a country of unmatchable beauty from coast to coast. And it is a country we have taken for granted far too often.

Along the way I listened to music and often swayed to and fro with the beat of the songs. Today I was listening to the 70's collection and the songs filled me with memories. At times I was saddened to know that all I dreamed of then was so recent yet so long ago. I was saddened to face the reality that I won't be able to keep going on these trips forever. I was disappointed that my youthful desires, still bubbling in my heart and soul, are tempered by the reality of my dwindling abilities. And Elton John then came over the air waves with his song 'Sad Songs Mean So Much'.

I am so lucky to have lived in this country of freedom and opportunity. I fear for the future. I fear for my children and grandchildren. I guess that means I am getting old. But it doesn't mean I feel old. I am filled with life and desire.

We made our way around Richmond and, still following Route 60, reached Yorktown and the Dunning's home. Pam prepared a meal fit for a king almost single handedly. She experimented with a vegetable medley that was a total success. Drinks, Lies, Steaks, Drinks, Lies, more Lies, Laughter, etc. It was late in the evening before we were able to dry our eyes and retire.

Life is good and it is peaceful tonight.