Last Thursday after tidying up the last of my pressing tasks at work, I set off on my motorcycle. With a week worth of vacation time blocked off on the calendar, I had a few things scribbled on the notebook of my mind to visit.

Sightseeing, that’s what I would be doing. But maybe not in the most traditional sense. The way I envisioned it was more like just floating in the world until it was time to come home. The idea was to see part of America that doesn’t look like where I live.

It is now Friday morning and I have returned home. A lot happened while I was away doing nothing.

  • I completed a 24-hr Motorcycle endurance Rally (The VOID 10)
  • Rode 4,000 miles through 10 states
  • Hugged people who are more important than they know
  • Rode through blinding rain and cringed watching lightning
  • Worried about unnecessary things
  • Rode in temperatures ranging from 40-85 degrees
  • Made new friends
  • Talked to strangers
  • Felt scared
  • Basked in the glow of serendipity
  • Dropped my motorcycle
  • Sang out loud in my helmet
  • Saw amazing sunrises
  • Took byways, back roads, highways, Interstates
  • Shivered
  • Watched fields roll away to the horizon
  • Felt far away from home
  • Ordered a pizza to my hotel room and ate 1/2 of it
  • Wondered why I live where I do
  • Was never more sure that I don’t know anything about anything
  • Was hypnotized by wind turbines
  • Felt my heart break for a woman who wept while talking to me
  • Didn’t know if I made the right choice
  • Saw Superman
  • Contemplated buying Underoos
  • Looked ugly
  • Came to understand that I don’t know what half of those machines on a farm do
  • Wore the same shirt for 6 days
  • Didn’t drink enough water
  • Had chapped lips
  • Took in the tremendous-ness of the landscape
  • Missed my family
  • Saw Santa Claus
  • Was surprised
  • Thought and thought and thought all day long

My trip was tremendous on a personal level. I don’t think I’ve ever been more in touch with or at least grasping at parts of myself that seem like they’re often asleep at the wheel.

Travel is a gift. It’s rewards are felt long after you’ve stopped moving.