Snow out the window

Tales from a crumpled water bottle.

Overthinking should play no role on a motorcycle trip, especially when you're past the point of no easy return.  In motion it's all split second decisions, reflex, flex & relax.  From hair dryer wind in tinderbox country to walls of  bone-chilling ocean humidity.  Sometimes ending up 30 miles in the wrong direction with dark nearing.  Side road improv campsites.  Lane split and fruitstand refreshments.

Find a rhythm and get lost in a place beyond familiarity..  you'll realize it isn't so bad.  The mind can all too often default to negativity, everything else has gone to shit, but really, maybe your head is in the wrong place.  It's easy to dig yourself a hole, each misfortune, bout with the bottle, workplace ruts.  Every destructive thought adding more fuel to the perpetual cycle.      

Life is an unfinished project; did you have other plans?

Enjoy these Taylor shots from a couple years back, Portland-Oakland-...

Modoc forest.  I remember eating saltines at some point.  This was a long day after a heavy party.  With darkness nearing we pulled off into a very silty road.  Tents popped up and passed out.

What's the Patrick's Point.  Luxurious mossy forest floors.  Skunks.  Waist height fire ring.

 Somewhere, Southern Oregon coast, most likely 40 something degrees.  Wincing into the wind.