Crossing the Plains in New Mexico
During any road trip there are bound to be moments which are… boring. Looking out towards the horizon on a pin straight road which looks like it might deliver you to the edge of the universe might not be your idea of a great ride. I confess, it typically isn’t mine either.
Crossing these plains in New Mexico, I steamrolled along at 80mph with no one else around and I tried to remind myself to appreciate the experience for what it was. The environment was so far removed from anything in my daily life and the moments were worth savoring.
Blue skies, golden fields, warmth from the sun ~ feeling free and unfettered.
This is definitely a part of the beauty and vastness of the west, in my opinion!
Agreed ^
Riding alone in the West,
out of the car,
without music or phone,
exposed… buffeted by invisible wind,
the dissociative feeling as if unmoving while the engine screams SPEEDING,
forced to spend time with oneself,
to turn over and over one’s considered existence,
with the only witness – the reflection of your face in the visor.
This is the ‘chop wood, carry water’ value of riding.
Where ‘why am I HERE?’ can become ‘WHY am I here?’
I love this comment so much <3