While I struggle to find the thread that will weave my trip posts together, I go back and look through photos, fondle stickers, shuffle postcards from the places we’d been. This morning I picked through a folder that Kenny dropped onto my Macbook. It was filled with GoPro stills from his point of view.
There are tons and tons of pictures there that bring me right back to the cool mountain air and the undulating roads. But I recognized this spot right away as I rolled through the pics:
This was Kenny’s vantage point after I pulled over to take some photos on the Col de L’Iseran in France – one of my bucket list roads.
I’ll be daydreaming about our ride through there from my desk at work today. Have a great day y’all.
It has been 2 going on 3 weeks since we’ve returned from the Alps. Just this past weekend we were away riding as well. As a result, all week long I have been in a bit of a funk. I think it’s a trip hangover.
The work week has been absolutely dragging like a boat anchor around my neck. Every hour, every minute I sit in my office chair feels like a meaningless eternity. I’m scared that I’m wishing time away by looking forward to the next great thing.
Because the last few weeks have been so fun I feel like I’m losing sight of the greatness that happens day to day. I need to regain a better perspective before I go off the edge completely.
Following our last trip through the Alps, there were several mountain passes that we hadn’t ridden that found their way on to my riding bucket list. You know, for “next time.”
In hindsight, it’s really by the grace of the universe that there was a next time. Chalk it up to luck. Or is it something else?
Kenny and I found ourselves at the summit of the Great St. Bernard some time in the mid afternoon. We parked our bikes and strolled around taking in the sights. I bought a sticker and some postcards and resisted the chocolate.
We walked towards the lake and stood there for a few minutes amongst the stillness of our surroundings. The scale of mountains is so tremendous. I find it difficult not to become introspective about my place in the world when surrounded with such enduring majesty. These mountain, hard, unforgiving, beautiful in their strength. And there I am – a fragile, weak, pink thing.
I stood watching a woman walking two St. Bernards on the mountain to my right. It was then that I had a moment. Not quite an epiphany, but I came to some understanding of my existence in the split second. You can move through your life and recite things by habit. You know these things to be truths on a surface level. But then there are moments of certainty when you come to know something deeply. You feel it and know it not by rote but through some acute awareness.
I came to the simple understanding that… this is it.
This life is all there is, as far as I know. And so it’s up to me to make my life be what I want. I can sit around wishing and dreaming and filing things away to see “someday” but no one is going to bring them to my doorstep. The fear that keeps me stationary eats away my happiness.
Four years ago, I tapped away on some keys and wrote out the words “See the Great St. Bernard Pass.” As trivial as that goal might appear, as I stood watching those dogs walking along breathing in the smells of the Earth, I came to know I’d made it there of my own accord. If I can do this thing – Why not anything else I decide I want? My only limitation is my will.
I just wanted to send a great, big THANK YOU for all of the postcards and notes that have been sent my way. Every time I open up my mailbox and find one, I feel like a million bucks.
You guys and dolls rock. Seriously. <3
This whole postcard thing was spurred on by Kathy’s Snail Mail Challenge. I’ve sent out nearly 50 postcards over the last month, so I think I’ve met her criteria. But… I’d be happy to send out some more. Or, some to the same people who may have received a card already. Just don’t think I’m some kind of creep if you get another card one day, ok?
You can send me your address if you’d like future postcards:
Or if you want to send me one – I’d be a happy girl:
You know? I think we need a day of rest in between the weekend and the start of the work week. We could call it Funday. We’d shorten the work week down to only 4 days, 2 days for the weekend and one day of rest. Then if the weekend creeps into Funday, we can keep pushing the weekdays out until we get the balance right.
This morning the alarm clock seemed especially rude. Because I had such an excellent weekend… I’m ready for Funday today.